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 * THE HOUR

OME let us take this hour and hold it up   While our stars shine, Leaving our joy untouched, as in a cup Of unspilt wine; Then, though the deluge break and we be driven Into the grave, Like gods unto the gods we shall have given The gift they gave.


 * OBSEQUIES

NCH by inch — for it takes some time, this thing — You have killed my love; Till at last a look, a gesture, an anything Did fatal prove. And now, ah now, how desperately you cling To its dead bier. As tho' thro' your calm breast passed the same sting That laid it here!