Walter Learned Poems

To you, whose temperate pulses flow
With measured beat, serene and slow,
The even tenor of whose way
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'Twas as she slept that Cupid came,
His bow and arrows taking,
That she might feel his power in dreams
Who scorned his weapons waking.
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Sullen and dull, in the September day,
On the bank of the river,
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The promise of these fragrant flowers,
The fruit that 'neath these blossoms lies
Once hung, they say, in Eden's bowers,
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With pen and ink one might indite
A sonnet, or indeed might write
A billet-doux, or, eke to raise
The wind, a note for thirty days.
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Just as I thought I was growing old,
Ready to sit in my easy chair,
To watch the world with a heart grown cold,
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Am stretched on the grass and am watching the sky,
As the sunset clouds go drifting by,
And wondering whether such glorious weather,
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When I was ten and she fifteen--
Ah, me! how fair I thought her.
She treated with disdainful mien
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When I was seventeen I heard
From each censorious tongue,
'I'd not do that if I were you;
You see you're rather young.'
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With half averted face she stood
And answered to his questioning eyes,
''Tis nothing. It is but my mood;
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