Edith Wharton Poems

I MEANT to be so strong and true!
The world may smile and question, When?
But what I might have been to you
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I

Immense, august, like some Titanic bloom,
The mighty choir unfolds its lithic core,
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WHAT strange presentiment, O Mother, lies
On thy waste brow and sadly-folded lips,
Forefeeling the Light's terrible eclipse
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Not with her ruined silver spires,
Not with her cities shamed and rent,
Perish the imperishable fires
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SOMEWHERE, O sun, some corner there must be
Thou visitest, where down the strand
Quietly, still, the waves go out to sea
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THIS perfect love can find no words to say.
What words are left, still sacred for our use,
That have not suffered the sad world's abuse,
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On a sheer peak of joy we meet;
Below us hums the abyss;
Death either way allures our feet
If we take one step amiss.
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I

LEAGUERED in fire
The wild black promontories of the coast extend
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Though life should come
With all its marshalled honours, trump and drum,
To proffer you the captaincy of some
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I

On immemorial altitudes august
Grief holds her high dominion. Bold the feet
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