Tears
THANK God, bless God, all ye who suffer not / More grief than ye can weep for. That is well--
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HER "Last Poems"
HER Last Poems– / Poets ended,
He Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers
I DREAMED that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs, / For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood;
Marriage Morning
Light, so low upon earth, / ; You send a flash to the sun.
Joey
I thought I would go daft when Joey died. / He was my first, and wise beyond his years.
Unto my books so good to turn
Unto my books so good to turn / Far ends of tired days;
I heard an Angel singing
I heard an Angel singing / When the day was springing:
Juke Box Love Song
I could take the Harlem night / and wrap around you,
The Fascination Of What's Difficult
THE fascination of what's difficult / Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent
Requiescat
Tonight my love is sleeping cold / Where none may see and none shall pass.
A poor torn heart, a tattered heart
A poor torn heart, a tattered heart, / That sat it down to rest,
The Blues
When the shoe strings break / On both your shoes
In Memoriam 3: O Sorrow, Cruel Fellowship
O Sorrow, cruel fellowship, / O Priestess in the vaults of Death,
When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer
When I heard the learn'd astronomer, / When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
So bashful when I spied her
So bashful when I spied her, / So pretty, so ashamed!
THE CHARIOT
Because I could not stop for Death, / He kindly stopped for me;
The Two Hermits
Upon a lonely mountain, there lived two hermits who worshipped God / and loved one another.
Long, Too Long America
Long, too long America, / Traveling roads all even and peaceful you learn'd from joys and
Song of Perfect Propriety
Oh, I should like to ride the seas, / A roaring buccaneer;
Melinda Mae
Have you heard of tiny Melinda Mae, / Who ate a monstrous whale?