Here lies a lady of beauty and high degree. Of chills and fever she died, of fever and chills, The delight of her husband, her aunts, an infant of three, And of medicos marvelling sweetly on her ills.
1924 Chills and Fever,'Here Lies a Lady'.
The little cousin is dead, by foul subtraction, A green bough fromVirginia's aged tree.John Crowe Ransom
Tawny are the leaves turned but they still hold, And it is harvest; what shall this land produce? A meagre hill of kernels, a runnel of juice; Declension looks from our land, it is old. Therefore let us assemble, dry, gray, spare, And mild as yellow air.John Crowe Ransom
Two evils, monstrous either one apart, Possessed me, and were long and loath at going: A cry of Absence, Absence, in the heart, And in the wood the furious winter blowing.John Crowe Ransom
And if no Lethe flows beneath your casement, And when ten years have not brought full effacement, Philosophy was wrong, and you may meet.John Crowe Ransom
God have mercy on the sinner Who must write with no dinner, No gravy and no grub, No pewter and no pub, No belly and no bowels, Only consonants and vowels.John Crowe Ransom
For I could tell you a story which is true;I know a lady with a terrible tongue,Blear eyes fallen from blue,All her perfections tarnished—and yet it is not longSince she was lovelier than any of you.John Crowe Ransom
And weeping fast as she had breathJanet implored us, "Wake her from her sleep!"And would not be instructed in how deepWas the forgetful kingdom of death.John Crowe Ransom
And a wandering beauty is a blade out of its scabbard.You know how dangerous, gentlemen of threescore?May you know it yet ten more.John Crowe Ransom
Two evils, monstrous either one apart,Possessed me, and were long and loath at going:A cry of Absence, Absence, in the heart,And in the wood the furious winter blowing.John Crowe Ransom