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POEMS

Not wide as are my dreams,
Nor rich as is this hour.


What can ye give which I have not?
What can ye take which I have got?
Can ye defend the dangerless?
Can ye inherit nakedness?


To all true wants Time's ear is deaf,
Penurious states lend no relief
Out of their pelf:
But a free soul—thank God—
Can help itself.


Be sure your fate
Doth keep apart its state,
Not linked with any band,
Even the noblest of the land;


In tented fields with cloth of gold
No place doth hold,
But is more chivalrous than they are,
And sigheth for a nobler war;
A finer strain its trumpet sings,
A brighter gleam its armor flings.


The life that I aspire to live
No man proposeth me;
No trade upon the street[1]
Wears its emblazonry.


  1. [In The Dial this line reads, "Only the promise of my heart."]