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Unformatted text preview: d of you, and I shall not forget; No, I shall not forget you came so far To meet a man so dangerous. Well, farewell. They come to tell me I am going now -- With them. I hope that we shall meet
15 The Three Taverns A Book of Poems By Edwin Arlington Robinson again, But none may say what he shall find in Rome. 16 The Three Taverns A Book of Poems By Edwin Arlington Robinson Demos I
All you that are enamored of my name And least intent on what most I require, Beware; for my design and your desire, Deplorably, are not as yet the same. Beware, I say, the failure and the shame Of losing that for which you now aspire So blindly, and of hazarding entire The gift that I was bringing when I came. Give as I will, I cannot give you sight Whereby to see that with you there are some To lead you, and be led. But they are dumb Before the wrangling and the shrill delight Of your deliverance that has not come, And shall not, if I fail you -- as I might. 17 The Three Taverns A Book of Poems By Edwin Arlington Robinson Demos II
So little have you seen of what awaits Your fevered glimpse of a democracy Confused and foiled with an equality Not equal to the envy it creates, That you see not how near you are the gates Of an old king who listens fearfully To you that are outside and are to be The noisy lords of imminent estates. Rather be then your prayer that you shall have Your kingdom undishonored. Having all, See not the great among you for the small, But hear their silence; for the few shall save The many, or the many are to fall -- Still to be wrangling in a noisy grave. 18 The Three Taverns A Book of Poems By Edwin Arlington Robinson The Flying Dutchman
Unyielding in the pride of his defiance, Afloat with none to serve or to command, Lord of himself at last, and all by Science, He seeks the Vanished Land. Alone, by the one light of his one thought, He steers to find the shore from which we came, -- Fearless of in what coil he may be caught On seas that have no name. Into the night he sails; and after night There is a dawning, though there be no sun; Wherefore, with nothing but himself in sight, Unsighted, he sails on. At last there is a lifting of the cloud Between the flood before him and the sky; And then -- though he may curse the Power aloud That has no power to die -He steers himself away from what is haunted By the old ghost of what has been before, -- Abandoning, as always, and undaunted, One fogwalled island more. 19 The Three Taverns A Book of Poems By Edwin Arlington Robinson Tact
Observant of the way she told So much of what was true, No vanity could long withhold Regard that was her due: She spared him the familiar guile, So easily achieved, That only made a man to smile And left him undeceived. Aware that all imagining Of more than what she meant Would urge an end of everything, He stayed; and when he went, They parted with a merry word That was to him as light As any that was ever heard Upon a starry night. She smiled a little, knowing well That he would not remark The ruins of a day that fell Around her in the dark: He saw no ruins anywhere, Nor fancied there were scars On anyone who lingered there, Alone below the stars. 20 The Three Taverns A Book of Poems By...
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