Memory

I see her yet, that dark-eyed one,

Whose bounding heart God folded up

In His, as shuts when day is done,

Upon the elf the blossom’s cup.

On many an hour like this we met,

And as my lips did fondly greet her,

I blessed her as love’s amulet:

Earth hath no treasure, dearer, sweeter.

The stars that look upon the hill,

And beckon from their homes at night,

Are soft and beautiful, yet still

Not equal to her eyes of light.

They have the liquid glow of earth,

The sweetness of a summer even,

As if some Angel at their birth

Had dipped them in the hues of Heaven.

They may not seem to others sweet,

Nor radiant with the beams above,

When first their soft, sad glances meet

The eyes of those not born for love;

Yet when on me their tender beams

Are turned, beneath love’s wide control,

Each soft, sad orb of beauty seems

To look through mine into my soul.

I see her now that dark-eyed one,

Whose bounding heart God folded up

In His, as shuts when day is done,

Upon the elf the blossom’s cup.

Too late we met, the burning brain,

The aching heart alone can tell,

How filled our souls of death and pain

When came the last, sad word, Farewell!

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• Spain 1873–’74. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Souvenirs of Democracy. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Song of the Universal. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Song of the Redwood-Tree. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Song of the Open Road. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Song of the Exposition. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Song of the Broad-Axe. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Song for All Seas, All Ships. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Song at Sunset. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Sometimes with One I Love. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Solid, Ironical, Rolling Orb. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Sobbing of The Bells, The. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• So Long. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• So Far and So Far, and on Toward the End. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• The Sleepers by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Singer in the Prison, The. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Sing of the Banner at Day-Break. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Shut Not Your Doors, &c. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Ship Starting, The. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Scented Herbage of My Breast. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman

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