- For Jane's Birthday
If fate had held a careless knife
And clipped one line that drew,
Of all the myriad lines of life,
From Eden up to you;
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- To Melvin Gardner: Suicide
A flight of doves, with wanton wings,
Flash white against the sky.
In the leafy copse an oriole sings,
And a robin sings hard by.
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- L'envoi
God willed, who never needed speech,
"Let all things be:"
And, lo, the starry firmament
And land and sea
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- Love's Fashion
Oh, I can jest with Margaret
And laugh a gay good-night,
But when I take my Helen's hand
I dare not clasp it tight.
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- To ------
Some time, far hence, when Autumn sheds
Her frost upon your hair,
And you together sit at dusk,
May I come to you there?
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