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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Poems in English 

• Come up from the Fields, Father. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• City of Ships. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• City of Orgies. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• City Dead-House, The. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Chanting the Square Deific. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Centenarian’s Story, The. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Cavalry Crossing a Ford. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Carol of Words. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Carol of Occupations. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Camps of Green. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• By the Bivouac’s Fitful Flame. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• By Broad Potomac’s Shore. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Brother of All, with Generous Hand. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Bivouac on a Mountain Side. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Behold this Swarthy Face. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Behavior. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Beginning my Studies. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Beginners. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Beautiful Women. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Beat! Beat! Drums! by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman

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Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)

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