A complaint
There is a change--and Iam poor;
your love hath been,nor long ago
a fountain at my fond heart`s door
whose only business was to flow
and flow it did ; not taking heed
of its own bounty,or my need.
What happy moments did I count?
Blest was I then all bliss above
now, for that consecrated fount
of murmuring, sparking, living love.
what have I? shall I dare to tell?
a confotless and hiden well.
A well of love--it may be deep--
it trust it is,--and never dry:
What matter? If the waters sleep
in the silence and obscurity
--such change, and at the very door
of my fond heart, hath made me poor.
My heart leaps
up
My heart leaps up when I behold
a rainbow in the sky:
so was it wIen my life began
so is it now I Am a man
so be it when I shall grow old
or let me die
the hild is the father of the man
and i could wish my days to be
bound each to each by natural piety.
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some poems