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- BROKEN DREAMS
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- THERE is grey in your hair.
- Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath
- When you are passing;
- But maybe some old gaffer mutters a blessing
- Because it was your prayer
- Recovered him upon the bed of death.
- For your sole sake -- that all heart's ache have known,
- And given to others all heart's ache,
- From meagre girlhood's putting on
- Burdensome beauty -- for your sole sake
- Heaven has put away the stroke of her doom,
- So great her portion in that peace you make
- By merely walking in a room.
- Your beauty can but leave among us
- Vague memories, nothing but memories.
- A young man when the old men are done talking
- Will say to an old man, "Tell me of that lady
- The poet stubborn with his passion sang us
- When age might well have chilled his blood.'
- Vague memories, nothing but memories,
- But in the grave all, all, shall be renewed.
- The certainty that I shall see that lady
- Leaning or standing or walking
- In the first loveliness of womanhood,
- And with the fervour of my youthful eyes,
- Has set me muttering like a fool.
- You are more beautiful than any one,
- And yet your body had a flaw:
- Your small hands were not beautiful,
- And I am afraid that you will run
- And paddle to the wrist
- In that mysterious, always brimming lake
- Where those What have obeyed the holy law
- paddle and are perfect. Leave unchanged
- The hands that I have kissed,
- For old sake's sake.
- The last stroke of midnight dies.
- All day in the one chair
- From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have
- ranged
- In rambling talk with an image of air:
- Vague memories, nothing but memories.
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