To them that knew her, there is vital flame
In these the simple letters of her name.
To them that knew her not, be it but said,
...
With splendour of a silver day,
A frosted night had opened May:
And on that plumed and armoured night,
...
Distraction is the panacea, Sir!
I hear my oracle of Medicine say.
Doctor! that same specific yesterday
I tried, and the result will not deter
...
In Progress you have little faith, say you:
Men will maintain dear interests, wreak base hates,
By force, and gentle women choose their mates
...
For a Heracles in his fighting ire there is never the glory that
follows
When ashen he lies and the poets arise to sing of the work he has
...
I
The sister Hours in circles linked,
Daughters of men, of men the mates,
...
Not ere the bitter herb we taste,
Which ages thought of happy times,
To plant us in a weeping waste,
Rings with our fellows this one heart
...
On yonder hills soft twilight dwells
And Hesper burns where sunset dies,
Moist and chill the woodland smells
...
I
Blue July, bright July,
Month of storms and gorgeous blue;
Violet lightnings o'er thy sky,
...