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Excerpt >Dear fool, pity the fool who thought you clever! Dear wisdom, do not mock the fool that missed you! Most fair, --the blind has lost your face for ever! Most foul, --how could I see you while I kissed you? So ... the poor love of fools and blind I've proved you, For, foul or lovely, 'twas a fool that loved you. A MEMORY (From a sonnet-sequence) Somewhile before the dawn I rose, and stept Softly along the dim way to your room, And found you sleeping in the quiet gloom, And holiness about you as you slept. I knelt there; till your waking fingers crept About my head, and held it. I had rest Unhoped this side of Heaven, beneath your breast. I knelt a long time, still; nor even wept. It was great wrong you did me; and for gain Of that poor moment's kindliness, and ease, And sleepy mother-comfort! Child, you know How easily love leaps out to dreams like these, Who has seen them true. And love that's wakened so Takes all too long to lay asleep again. WAIKIKI, Octobe
