Insatiate

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What though she lieth mute on yonder hill?
Though ivy green and shadowy eglatere
Have held in tender fold through many a year
Her quiet grave, I fear her—fear her still.
He loved her once. Ay, though he hold me fast
And sear my lips with kisses burning-sweet,
No touch of mine can make his life replete
For man's first love is oftentimes his last.
A still face glimmers through my dreams for aye.
E'en when I strain him close with feverish grasp
Wan grave-cold fingers loose the clinging clasp,
And grave-cold lips my fervid kisses stay.
She lives incarnate in each flower fair,
Her eyes illume the violets in my hand,
The golden-rod that lights the Autumn land
Seems but the scattered star-dust of her hair.
Love's perfect flower may never bloom for me—
For me his wife. For ah! I fear her still
Who lies forever mute on yonder hill.
He loved her once. Would God that I were she!

Transcriber's Notes

Table of Contents: Slight listing changes were made to match poem titles.

Page 29: Added opening parenthesis:
(And I knew that tho' many a woman had loved you,
Till that moment, the glance of no woman had moved you!)

Page 46: Added closing parenthesis:
(Thank God, he suffered so brief a while)

Page 70: Corrected wathway to pathway:
And where the pathway breasts the hill,

Page 79: Added a blank line after first stanza:
Piping "Good-bye, good-bye!"






                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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