They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead, They brought bitter news to hear, and bitter tears to shed. I wept as I remembered how often you and I Had tired thesunwithtalking and sent himdownthesky.
1858 Ionica, Poems,'Heraclitus', his translationof an epigram by Callimachus.
A handful of greyashes, long long ago at rest.William Originally WilliamJohnson Cory
All beauteous things for which we live By laws of space and time decay. But Oh, the very reason why I clasp them, is because they die.William Originally WilliamJohnson Cory
You promise heavens free from strife, Pure truth, and perfect change of will; But sweet, sweet is this human life, So sweet, I fain would breathe it still; Your chilly stars I can forgo, This warm kind world is all I know.William Originally WilliamJohnson Cory
Jolly boating weather And a hay-harvest breeze, Blade on the feather, Shade off the trees; Swing, swing together, With your body between your knees.William Originally WilliamJohnson Cory