Life and Existence

We two kept house, the Past and I, The Past and I; Through all my tasks it hovered nigh, Leaving me never alone.

We two kept house, the Past and I, The Past and I; Through all my tasks it hovered nigh, Leaving me never alone.

What of the faith and fire within us Men who march away Ere the barn cocks say Night is growing gray, Leaving all that here can win us.

Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me, Saying that now you are not as you were When you had changed from the one who was all to me, But as at first, when our day was fair.

And as the smart ship grew In stature, grace, and hue, In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too.

And as the smart ship grew In stature, grace, and hue, In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too.

A local cult called Christianity.

What of the Immanent Will and its designs? It works unconsciously as heretofore, External artistries in circumstance.

What of the Immanent Will and its designs? It works unconsciously as heretofore, External artistries in circumstance.

So little cause for carolings Of such ecstatic sound Was written on terrestrial things Afar or nigh around, That I could think there trembled through His happy good-night air Some blessed hope, whereof he knew And I was unaware.

An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume.

These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.

And Christ ain’t a-going to be too hard On a man that died for men.

Three little maids from school are we, Pert as a schoolgirl well can be, Filled to the brim with girlish glee.

Faint heart never won fair lady! Nothing venture, nothing win— Blood is thick, but water’s thin— In for a penny, in for a pound 2 — It’s Love that makes the world go round!

For I’m not so old, and not so plain, And I’m quite prepared to marry again.

For I’m not so old, and not so plain, And I’m quite prepared to marry again.

You must lie upon the daisies and discourse in novel phrases of your complicated state of mind, The meaning doesn’t matter if it’s only idle chatter of a transcendental kind. And everyone will say, As you walk your mystic way, “If this young man expresses himself in terms too deep for me, Why, what a very singularly deep young man this deep young man must be!”

Child of the pure, unclouded brow And dreaming eyes of wonder! Though time be fleet and I and thou Are half a life asunder, Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy tale.

Sleeping at last, the trouble and turmoil over, Sleeping at last, the struggle and horror past, Cold and white, out of sight of friend and of lover, Sleeping at last.

Oh roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime; But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time.

Oh roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime; But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time.

Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.

When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree. Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember And if thou wilt, forget.