Richard Hovey Poems

I am fevered with the sunset,
I am fretful with the bay,
For the wander-thirst is on me
And my soul is in Cathay.
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You to the left and I to the right,
For the ways of men must sever—
And it well may be for a day and a night,
And it well may be forever.
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We came to birth in battle; when we pass,
It shall be to the thunder of the drums.
We are not one that weeps and saith Alas,
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As one of those huge monsters of the sky,
Fierce with the flame of fiery floating hair,
Falls from the zenith through the upper air,
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IF thou canst not from some superior sphere
Look down upon this world that gave thee birth
Or from some glad abode of stingless mirth
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There is no escape by the river,
There is no flight left by the fen;
We are compassed about by the shiver
Of the night of their marching men.
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HO, a song by the fire!
(Pass the pipes, fill the bowl!)
Ho, a song by the fire!
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My love for thee doth take me unaware,
   When most with lesser things my brain is wrought,
   As in some nimble interchange of thought
The silence enters, and the talkers stare.
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Comrades, pour the wine to-night
For the parting is with dawn!
Oh, the clink of cups together,
With the daylight coming on!
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I SOMETIMES long to throw my books away
And to forget the thoughts that make me sad-
The mighty musings that have ever clad
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