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Love is...

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Song Cycle by David Sisco

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1. Love is


Love -- is that later Thing than Death -
More previous -- than Life -
Confirms it at its entrance -- And
Usurps it -- of itself -

Tastes Death -- the first -- to hand the sting
The Second -- to its friend -
Disarms the little interval -
Deposits Him with God -

Then hovers -- an inferior Guard -
Lest this Beloved Charge
Need -- once in an Eternity -
A smaller than the Large -


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3. I hide myself within my flower


I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too --
And angels know the rest.


There is another version of the poem:
I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.

4. When roses cease to bloom


When roses cease to bloom, [sir]1, 
And violets are done,
When bumble-bees in solemn flight
Have passed beyond the sun,

The hand that passed to gather
Upon this summer's day
Will idle lie, in Auburn2, -
Then take my flower, pray!


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1 Bacon: "dear"
2 refers to Mount Auburn Cemetery in Cambridge, Massachusetts

5. It's all I have to bring today


It's all I have to bring today --
This, and my heart beside --
This, and my heart, and all the fields --
And all the meadows wide --
Be sure you count -- should I forget
Some one the sum could tell --
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.


6. I have no life but this


I have no life but this,
To lead it here;
Nor any death, but lest
Dispelled from there;

Nor tie to earths to come,
Nor action new,
Except through this extent,
The realm of you.


7. The outlet


My river runs to thee:
Blue sea, wilt welcome me?

My river waits reply.
Oh sea, look graciously!

I'll fetch thee brooks
From spotted nooks, -

Say, sea, take me!


8. Heart, we will forget him


Heart, we will forget him
You and I, tonight.
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.

When you have done, pray tell me,
That I [my thoughts may dim]1;
Haste! lest while you're lagging,
I may remember him!


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1 another version (Dickinson): "may straight begin"

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