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O quam te
memorem Virgo ...
Stand on the highest pavement
of the stair--
Lean on a garden urn--
Weave, weave
the sunlight in your hair--
Clasp your flowers to you
with a pained surprise--
Fling them to the ground and
turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But
weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
So I
would have had him leave,
So I would have had her
stand and grieve,
So he would have left
As the
soul leaves the body torn and bruised,
As the mind
deserts the body it has used.
I should find
Some
way incomparably light and deft,
Some way we both
should understand,
Simple and faithless as a smile
and shake of the hand.
She turned away, but with
the autumn weather
Compelled my imagination many
days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her
arms and her arms full of flowers.
And I wonder how
they should have been together!
I should have lost a
gesture and a pose.
Sometimes these cogitations still
amaze
The troubled midnight and the noon's repose.
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