To lose thee, sweeter than to gain
All other hearts I knew.
‘T is true the drought is destitute,
But then I had the dew!
The Caspian has its realms of sand,
Its other realm of sea;
Without the sterile perquisite
No Caspian could be.
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Low at my problem bending,
Another problem comes –
Larger than mine — Serener –
Involving statelier sums.
Ambition cannot find him.
Affection doesn’t know
How many leagues of nowhere
Lie between them now.
So from the mould
Scarlet and Gold
Many a Bulb will rise –
Hidden away, cunningly, From sagacious eyes.
Some Rainbow — coming from the Fair!
Some Vision of the World Cashmere –
I confidently see!
Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
Feather by feather — on the plain
Fritters itself away!
If pain for peace prepares
Lo, what “Augustan” years
Our feet await!
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