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NOTE.Rahel Robert and Varnhagen von Ense were married, after many protestations on her part, in 1814. The marriageso far as he was concerned at any rateappears to have been satisfactory.
Now you have read them all; or if not all,
As many as in all conscience I should fancy
To be enough. There are no more of them

The Return of Morgan and Fingal

© Edwin Arlington Robinson

And there we were together again
Together again, we three:
Morgan, Fingal, fiddle, and all,
They had come for the night with me.

Tasker Norcross

© Edwin Arlington Robinson

Ferguson,
Who talked himself at last out of the world
He censured, and is therefore silent now,
Agreed indifferently: My friends are dead
Or most of them.

Horace to Leuconoë

© Edwin Arlington Robinson

Shatters the Tuscan seas to-day, the last
Be wise withal, and rack your wine, nor fill
Your bosom with large hopes; for while I sing,
The envious close of time is narrowing;
So seize the day, or ever it be past,
And let the morrow come for what it will.

Lingard and the Stars

© Edwin Arlington Robinson

He stood then by the window for a time,
And only after the last midnight chime
Smote the day dead did he say anything:
Come out, my little one, the stars are bright;
Come out, you lælaps, and inhale the night.
And so he went away with Clavering.

Vain Gratuities

© Edwin Arlington Robinson

But she, demure as ever, and as fair,
Almost, as they remembered her before
She found him, would have laughed had she been there,
And all they said would have been heard no more
Than foam that washes on an island shore
Where there are none to listen or to care.

Clavering

© Edwin Arlington Robinson

I say no more for Clavering
Than I should say of him who fails
To bring his wounded vessel home
When reft of rudder and of sails;

Inferential

© Edwin Arlington Robinson

For there was more of him than what I saw.
And there was on me more than the old awe
That is the common genius of the dead.
I might as well have heard him: Never mind;
If some of us were not so far behind,
The rest of us were not so far ahead.

Siege Perilous

Long warned of many terrors more severe
To scorch him than hells engines could awaken,
He scanned again, too far to be so near,
The fearful seat no man had ever taken.

Verlaine

Song sloughs away the sin to find redress
In arts complete remembrance: nothing clings
For long but laurel to the stricken brow
That felt the Muses finger; nothing less
Than hells fulfilment of the end of things
Can blot the star that shines on Paris now.

The Three Taverns

When the brethren heard of us, they came to meet us as far as Appii Forum, and The Three Taverns.(Acts xxviii, 15)
Herodion, Apelles, Amplias,
And Andronicus? Is it you I see
At last? And is it you now that are gazing

Monadnock through the Trees

And when the last of us, if we know how,
See farther from ourselves than we do now,
Assured with other sight than heretofore
That we have done our mortal best and worst,
Your calm will be the same as when the first
Assyrians went howling south to war.