Should there be a question of returning or Of death in memory's dream? Is spring a sleep? This warmth is for lovers at last accomplishing Their love, this beginning, not resuming, this Booming and booming of the new-come bee.

The President has apples on the table And barefoot servants round him, who adjust The curtains to a metaphysical 't'

The right, uplifted foreleg of the horse Suggested that, at the final funeral, The music halted and the horse stood still.

The President ordains the bee to be Immortal. The President ordains.

As all the perfumes of the vanished day Rise from the earth still moistened with the dew So from my chastened soul beneath thy ray Old love is born anew.

Sweet April-time - O cruel April-time! Year after year returning, with a brow Of promise, and red lips with longing paled, And backward-hidden hands that clutc…

You see, dream-lover of a lady, what shakes me to the core Is the thought as you caress me, you've done this all before I think about the future with me out an…