At last; so this is you, my dear! How should I guess to find you here? So long, so long, I sought in vain In many cities, many lands, With straining eyes and groping hands; The people marvelled at my pain. They said: “But sure, the woman’s mad; What ails her, we should like to know, That she should be so wan and sad, And silent through the revels go?” They clacked with such a sorry stir! Was I to tell? were they to know That I had lost you, Christopher? Will you forgive me for one thing? Whiles, when a stranger came my way, My heart would beat and I would say : ” Here’s Christopher!” –then lingering With longer gaze, would turn away Cold, sick at heart. My dear, I know You will forgive me for this thing. It is so very long ago Since I have seen your face–till now; Now that I see it–lip and brow, Eyes, nostril, chin, alive and clear; Last time was long ago; I know This thing you will forgive me, dear.
There is no Heaven–This is the best; O hold me closer to your breast; Let your face lean upon my face, That there no longer shall be space Between our lips, between our eyes. I feel your bosom’s fall and rise. O hold me near and yet more near; Ah sweet ; I wonder do you know How lone and cold, how sad and drear, Was I a little while ago; Sick of the stress, the strife, the stir; But I have found you, Christopher.
If only you had come before! (This is the thing I most deplore) A seemlier woman you had found, More calm, by courtesies more bound, Less quick to greet you, more subdued Of appetite; of slower mood. But ah! you come so late, so late! This time of day I can’t pretend With slight, sweet things to satiate The hunger-cravings. Nay, my friend, I cannot blush and turn and tremble, Wax loth as younger maidens do. Ah, Christopher, with you, with you, You would not wish me to dissemble?
So long have all the days been meagre, With empty platter, empty cup, No meats nor sweets to do me pleasure, That if I crave–is it over-eager, The deepest draught, the fullest measure, The beaker to the brim poured up?
Shelley, that sprite from the spheres above, Says, and would make the matter clear, That love divided is larger love;– We’ll leave those things to the bards, my dear. For you never wrote a verse, you see; And I–my verse is not fair nor new. Till the world be dead, you shall love but me, Till the stars have ceased, I shall love but you.
Thus ran the words; or rather, thus did run Their purport. Idly seeking in the chest (You see it yonder), I had found them there: Some blotted sheets of paper in a case, With a woman’s name writ on it: “Adelaide.” Twice on the writing there was scored the date Of ten years back; and where the words had end Was left a space, a dash, a half-writ word, As tho’ the writer minded, presently The matter to pursue. I questioned her, That worthy, worthy soul, my châtelaine, Who, nothing loth, made answer. There had been Another lodger ere I had the rooms, Three months gone by–a woman. “Young, sir ? No. Must have seen forty if she’d seen a day! A lonesome woman; hadn’t many friends; Wrote books, I think, and things for newspapers. Short in her temper–eyes would flash and flame At times, till I was frightened. Paid her rent Most regular, like a lady. Ten years back, They say (at least Ann Brown says), ten years back The lady had a lover. Even then She must have been no chicken. Three months since She died. Well, well, the Lord is kind and just. I did my best to tend her, yet indeed It’s bad for trade to have a lodger die. Her brother came, a week before she died: Buried her, took her things, threw in the fire The littered heaps of paper. Yes, the sheets, They must have been forgotten in the chest;– I never knew her name was Adelaide.”
We’ll-eat-candied apples! and-ride-“rides,” and share,
With others! LIKE: Offering-a-frail-friend-our-chair!
I JUST KNOW WE CAN DO IT!
And-I-love-Yogi-Bear!*** 🙂 – Hey, hey, Boo-Boo
* – in another dimension, people just wish they are “the opposite sex” & POOF! Here, you can do that sort of thing IF you have enough money! Well, if you really have to do that and you are ready to go through all of the difficulties and you feel that you will feel better because of it, GO FOR IT! It’s YOUR LIFE!
** – Lots of people seem to be getting new hair these days! Life is sometimes about losing hair, sometimes about getting lots of new hair! It is another case of: “I do not like THIS about myself, so I am going to change it!” Again, IF you just have to get a bunch of new hair or use a lotion to stimulate growth, GO FOR IT! It’s YOUR LIFE! Just remember, guys! Some ladies just LOVE that “hairless look!” 🙂
*** – and Meghan Trainor
“YOGI BEAR IS MY HERO!
DID YOU KNOW😁
That men with balding hairline have a
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My HUSBAND is bald cause I shave off his hair to make me happy. Studies show mature me without hair are very sexy to women . 😁
The downside is I’m very busy finding time to shave his head bald. 😁 So if you love your super sexy man bald you better have the time. 😁 Anyway my Husband loves me shaving his total body bald 😁😃😊🤗
I love my Husband just the way he is when he’s bald 😁
I have commented on this famous photo before; two of the greatest minds ever together in Switzerland at a conference of eminent physicists and chemists; which made up the series known as the Solvay conferences. They were good fiends and colleagues, but Curie was still immersed in her grief and the disgraceful slights handed out to her by French officialdom, and Einstein was trying to deal with the mess of his divorce and remarriage. They had a major number of personal issues.