George Henry Boker Poems

Now infant nature, just awaking, lies
Warm in the hollow of thy matron lap,
O dove-eyed Spring, and doubt might stand agape,
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Half that we learn is wisdom of the heart,
Which owes but little to the probing brain--
A broad foundation, laid in joy and pain,
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A torpid season once in every year
Falls on my nature, when in vain I wring
A sullen discord from this golden string,
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Love is our all in all! I solemnly--
After long struggles with my luckless star,
Seeking for joys around me and afar--
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O gentle frenzy, too supreme delight!
O acrid sweet, most blessed sum of ills!
O cold that scorches, flaming fire that chills!
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When I consider what a time has flown,
Shaping this planet to the thing we see,
And what unnumbered ages yet shall be
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To hold a station on the trembling earth,
To weary time with looking at our names--
This is the lust that every day inflames
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Well, after all the prattle buzzed around
The soldier's victory, the miser's gold,
The statesman's eloquence, the manifold
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I love you with each fibre of this frame,
Sentient and moral. I have sought that spot
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CIII

Parted again! Shall partings never cease?
After the rapture of a few short days,
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