What I Did Yesterday Afternoon

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ELEGY

I held an atlas in my lap ran my fingers across the whole world were all spirits and shade are melted into Mem’ry
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, are such stuff
as dreams are made of o’er their tomb
Where thro’ the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault
The pealing anthem tolls the knell of this vision parting

[My tale was heard, and yet not told]

All of the blue Summer air and light of the sun leaf-dappled through
the solemn temples

[The Dancing Shade]

She sleeps beyond the tides of time
She passed me by where nothing wild remained
Her gorgeous sunset eyes of lightflash darkness
Those with a never-quell’d audacity, those with sweet and lusty Joy
flesh clear of taint, with uncouth rhymes deck’d,
disclose a heart pregnant with celestial fire;
Supple limb with breast flushing in thy primal breath give me one song
On some fond breast the parting soul relies,
Soothed by the closing of her smiling eyes;
While a deeper music threads through my breast
I hear how the music swells kisses of salt
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh
It swells in harmony
and rose because of the Spring
of earth-born passion
That wreathes its old fantastic Recompense echoing so high,
Now fades the glimm’ring landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
Some frail memorial still erected nigh, kindled at the Muse’s flame
dreaming dreamt in hopeless love
Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
The dark unfathom’d caves of ocean bear:
Hope and Love
She kissed them with her sweetness and put them there
And leaves the world to darkness and to me
Her ancient solitary reign foretold is rounded with a sleep
All that beauty, all that blushes e’er gave
Her destiny obscure is Past
But Knowledge to my eyes her ample Joy
of conscious truth can provoke the silent joys,
Far from the madding wishes never confin’d nor sway’d
That glimm’ring pageant may have faded by the cloud-capp’d hist’ry of Past
but never by disdainful Forgetfulness
for our revels are yet not unseen