Сто стихотворений

Чтоб праздновать - как радость -
Приход любого дня, Всего лишь нужно помнить -
У вас и у меня
Отнимет он крупицу -
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There is another Loneliness
That many die without –
Not want of friend occasions it
Or circumstances of Lot

But nature, sometimes, sometimes thought
And whoso it befall
Is richer than could be revealed
By mortal numeral –

My Soul - accused me - And I quailed -
As Tongue of Diamond had reviled
All else accused me - and I smiled -
My Soul - that Morning - was My friend -

Her favor - is the best Disdain
Toward Artifice of Time - or Men -
But Her Disdain - 'twere lighter bear
A finger of Enamelled Fire -