No one else except you
can be in this state of mind;
and who will understand
that there is no one awaiting you
...
While where e'ery groaning heart to a close afraid
that bewailing night asleep,
the stars in secret influence comment;
of fervent looks this world to my mind still,
...
Of compassed ark by the sea-ashore
that bright-lit mirror,
too, but shows not half thy part,
so thinly wrapped around my head
...
Let the world know this that by time
nothing remains forever;
but by love what you think
is so greatly blessed,
...
I am an amateur poet:
I've been doing poetry in my head
since childhood,
but know not if it's e'er going to end,
...
Oh, woman of such plaintive looks,
a secret winding-stair unfolds,
many a broken heart to a close afraid,
all dressed up in her thought, my mind,
...
Must I through the staircase window
of the wall on high,
hide from eternals this world forlorn;
of untread places far-off beyond the sunrise,
...
Me too hath loved thee more than I
against all odds, all vicissitudes of the sky
to prove thee virtuous where my head is,
of no wit to my mind still but pure heaven,
...
Me alone upon the road to Denver hills,
near the pine forest,
much toiled by day's labour by the sea-ashore,
half-dumb, half-deaf to the ear in my shipwrecked dreams,
...
Nothing has changed since then,
the day you departed,
away from this fedora of your dream;
many a maiden garden beset ere thine eye,
...