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Recorders Ages Hence.

Part of the cluster CALAMUS.


RECORDERS ages hence! Come, I will take you down underneath this impassive  
 exterior—I will tell you what to say of me;
Publish my name and hang up my picture as that of  
 the tenderest lover,
The friend, the lover's portrait, of whom his friend, his  
 lover, was fondest,
Who was not proud of his songs, but of the measure- 
 less ocean of love within him—and freely pour'd  
 it forth,
Who often walk'd lonesome walks, thinking of his dear  
 friends, his lovers,
Who pensive, away from one he lov'd, often lay sleep- 
 less and dissatisfied at night,
  [ begin page 131 ]ppp.00270.133.jpg Who knew too well the sick, sick dread lest the one he  
 lov'd might secretly be indifferent to him,
Whose happiest days were far away, through fields, in  
 woods, on hills, he and another, wandering hand  
 in hand, they twain, apart from other men,
Who oft as he saunter'd the streets, curv'd with his  
 arm the shoulder of his friend—while the arm  
 of his friend rested upon him also.

Part of the cluster CALAMUS.

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