Renascence, and Other Poems · Chapter 1Renascence and Other Poems
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Renascence All I could see from where I stood
Interim The room is full of you!—As I came in
The Suicide "Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more!
God's World O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Afternoon on a Hill I will be the gladdest thing
Sorrow Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
Tavern I'll keep a little tavern
Ashes of Life Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;
The Little Ghost I knew her for a little ghost
Kin to Sorrow Am I kin to Sorrow,
I The first rose on my rose-tree
II Let the little birds sing;
III All the dog-wood blossoms are underneath the tree!
The Shroud Death, I say, my heart is bowed
The Dream Love, if I weep it will not matter,
Indifference I said,—for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come,—
Witch-Wife She is neither pink nor pale,
Blight Hard seeds of hate I planted
When the Year Grows Old I cannot but remember
I Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,—no,
II Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
III Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring,
IV Not in this chamber only at my birth—
V If I should learn, in some quite casual way,
VI Bluebeard This door you might not open, and you did;
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