Songs and Satires

A little maid was at my side-- She slept--I scarcely slept at all; Until toward the morning-tide A dream possessed me with its thrall. She sweetly breathed; around my breast I f...

Next day I look up Jim and rhapsodize About a cottage with roses and a garden, And a dining room where the sun comes in, And Arabel across the table. Jim is smoking And flicking...

What vital power was yours! You never tired, or needed sleep, or had a pain, Or refused a delight. I loved the things now You had always loved, a winning horse, A roulette wheel...

His father was a laborer and now They made the boy work for his daily bread. They say he read A book or two during these years of work. But if there was a secret prone to lurk B...

You sleep. I wait to see you wake, With wonder-eyes and hands that reach. I laugh to hear your thoughts that gather Too fast on your budding lips for speech.

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Next day we went to Grand Haven, For my desire was your desire, Whatever wish one had the other had. And up the Grand River we rowed, With rushes and lily pads about us, And the...