Poems
I heed him not, and yet would I
For anger at his stubbornness,
Hear him arise and testify
His love for me, and his lips bless,
Which now are stamped with bitterness.
For anger at his stubbornness,
Hear him arise and testify
His love for me, and his lips bless,
Which now are stamped with bitterness.
The more because his soul contains
Live germs of that consuming fire,
Which turned to strength subdues and reins
Nations, or nourishes their ire—
Doing whate'er it may desire.
Live germs of that consuming fire,
Which turned to strength subdues and reins
Nations, or nourishes their ire—
Doing whate'er it may desire.
Thus were it well if he with me
(Since yet I hate him not) should stand,
And weave such webs of subtlety
That I might hold this difficult land
Safe in the hollow of my hand.
(Since yet I hate him not) should stand,
And weave such webs of subtlety
That I might hold this difficult land
Safe in the hollow of my hand.
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