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To A Woman Post by :ccweng Category :Poems Author :Helen Hay Whitney Date :October 2011 Read :1963

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To A Woman

Take all of me, pour out my life as wine,
To dye your soul's sweet shallows. Violent sin
Blazed me a path, and I have walked therein,
Strong, unashamed. Your timorous hands need mine,
As the white stars their sky, your lips' pale line
Shall blush to roses where my lips have been.
I ask no more. I do not hope to win--
Only to add myself to your design.

Take all of me. I know your little lies,
Your light dishonor, gentle treacheries.
I know, I lie in torment at your feet,
Shadow to all your sun. Take me and go,
Use my adoring to your honor, sweet,
Strength for your weakness--it is better so.

(The end)
Helen Hay Whitney's poem: To A Woman

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The pale and misty particles of Time Hover about us; scarce our eyes can see Youth's far-off dream of what we were to be. Life's truth, which once we would redeem with rhyme, Has proved instead a world-worn pantomime. The running river of expediency Has drowned the hopes that Fortune held in fee-- Why fall upon the track so many climb? Why strive to speak what all the earth has heard? Why labor at a work the ages plan?-- Life has been lived so oft--an outworn thing!

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Eadem Semper
How shall I hold you? By a scimitar Of flashing wit suspended o'er your head, Oh, my Beloved? Or with lips rose-red Lure you to Lethe? Shall I stand afar, Pale and remote and distant as a star, Challenging love? Or by a scarlet thread Jealousy's wiles, beguile by scorn and dread? Wounding the heart I love with hateful scar. Nay, I can take no action, play no play; All my wit falters when I hear you speak, All my wise guile with which your wooing strove