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Calamus 10

Part of the cluster CALAMUS.


YOU bards of ages hence! when you refer to me, mind  
 not so much my poems,
Nor speak of me that I prophesied of The States, and  
 led them the way of their glories;
But 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 poured  
 it forth,
Who often walked lonesome walks, thinking of his  
 dear friends, his lovers,
Who pensive, away from one he loved, often lay sleep- 
 less and dissatisfied at night,
Who knew too well the sick, sick dread lest the one  
 he loved might secretly be indifferent to him,
  [ begin page 357 ]ppp.01500.365.jpg 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 sauntered the streets, curved 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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