Ich bin nun fünfunddreissig Jahr' alt

My years now number five and thirty
And you are scarce fifteen, you sigh . . .
Yet Jenny, when I look upon you,
The old dream wakes that will not die.

In eighteen-seventeen a maiden
Became my sweetheart, fond and true;
Strangely like yours her form and features,
She even wore her hair like you.

That year, before I left for college,
I said, " My own, it will not be

Do not crouch to-day, and worship
The old Past, whose life is fled;
Hush your voice to tender reverence;
Crowned he lies, but cold and dead:
For the Present reigns our monarch,
With an added weight of hours;
Honor her, for she is mighty!
Honor her, for she is ours!

See the shadows of her heroes
Girt around her cloudy throne;
Every day the ranks are strengthened
By great hearts to him unknown;
Noble things the great Past promised,
Holy dreams both strange and new;
But the Present shall fulfil them,

Do not conceale thy radiant eyes,
The starre-light of serenest skies,
Least wanting of their heavenly light,
They turne to Chaos endlesse night.

Do not conceale those tresses faire,
The silken snares of thy curl'd haire,
Least finding neither gold, nor Ore,
The curious Silke-worme worke no more.

Do not conceale those brests of thine,
More snowe white then the Apenine,
Least if there be like cold or frost,
The Lilly be for ever lost.

Do not conceale that fragrant scent,
Thy breath, which to all flowers hath lent

1. Do, my Johnny Boker, we'll bust or break or
bend her; Do, my Johnny Boker, do! 2. Oh, do!

2 Oh, do, my Johnny Boker; get around the corner, Sally!

Do I sleep? do I dream?
Do I wonder and doubt?
Are things what they seem?
Or is visions about?
Is our civilization a failure?
Or is the Caucasian played out?

Which expressions are strong;
Yet would feebly imply
Some account of a wrong--
Not to call it a lie--
As was worked off on William, my pardner,
And the same being W. Nye.

He came down to the Ford
On the very same day
Of that lottery drawed
By those sharps at the Bay;
And he says to me: "Truthful, how goes it?'
I replied: "It is far, far from gay;

Do I love thee? Ask the bee
If she loves the flowery lea,
Where the honeysuckle blows
And the fragrant clover grows.
——As she answers, Yes or No,
——Darling! take my answer so.

Do I love thee? Ask the bird
When her matin song is heard,
If she loves the sky so fair,
Fleecy cloud and liquid air.
——As she answers, Yes or No,
——Darling! take my answer so.

Do I love thee? Ask the flower
If she loves the vernal shower,
Or the kisses of the sun,
Or the dew, when day is done.
——As she answers, Yes or No,

Divine Name, brief and compendious,
which earth bows down before and heaven adores,
which makes the realm of night to tremble, appalled;
yoke set upon the mocking serpent's neck,
unfathomable ocean sea of virtues,
lettered epitome of endless might:
Divine Name, contrived
by Sapience to embolden
man's dumb and halting tongue:
and if mine own, albeit plain and rude,
partake of thy sweetness in its purposes,
then by thy grace and on propitious wing
its accents unto heaven will ascend.

Divine Name, sweetness, tenderness,

Distracted with care,
For Phillis the fair;
Since nothing could move her,
Poor Damon, her lover,
Resolves in despair
No longer to languish,
Nor bear so much anguish;
But, mad with his love,
To a precipice goes;
Where, a leap from above
Would soon finish his woes.

When in rage he came there,
Beholding how steep
The sides did appear,
And the bottom how deep;
His torments projecting,
And sadly reflecting,

That a lover forsaken
A new love may get;
But a neck, when once broken,
Can never be set:

Distil not poison in mine ears,
Aërial sirens, nor untie
These sable fetters! Yonder spheres
Dance to a silent harmony.

Could I but follow where you lead,
Disrobed of earth and plumed by air,
Then I my tenuous self might spread
As quick as fancy everywhere.

But I'll make sallies now and then:
Thus can my unconfinèd eye
Take journey and return again,
Yet on her crystal couch still lie.

Disrobe, my love.
Since it has been such
a long time since the time
of miracles. Disrobe.
And let miracles begin.
I am speechless
before you.
Your body speaks all languages.