I think I should have loved you presently
I think I should have loved you presently,
And given in earnest words I flung in jest;
And lifted honest eyes for you to see, . . .
I think I should have loved you presently,
And given in earnest words I flung in jest;
And lifted honest eyes for you to see, . . .
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother. . . .
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd, . . .
In the warming house, children lace their skates,
bending, choked, over their thick jackets.
. . .
Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part.
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me;
And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, . . .
Why should your fair eyes with such sovereign grace
Disperse their rays on every vulgar spirit,
Whilst I in darkness in the self-same place . . .
An idle lingerer on the wayside's road,
He gathers up his work and yawns away;
A little longer, ere the tiresome load . . .
Touching your goodness, I am like a man
Who turns a letter over in his hand
And you might think this was because the hand . . .
I speak this poem now with grave and level voice
In praise of autumn, of the far-horn-winding fall.
. . .
Now, in a breath, we’ll burst those gates of gold,
And ransack heaven before our moment fails.
Now, in a breath, before we, too, grow old, . . .