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Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse.  1912.
 
Oliver Wendell Holmes. 1809–1894
 
99. The Parting Word
 
I MUST leave thee, lady sweet! 
Months shall waste before we meet; 
Winds are fair, and sails are spread, 
Anchors leave their ocean bed; 
Ere this shining day grow dark,         5
Skies shall gird my shoreless bark; 
Through thy tears, O lady mine, 
Read thy lover's parting line. 
  
When the first sad sun shall set, 
Thou shalt tear thy locks of jet;  10
When the morning star shall rise, 
Thou shalt wake with weeping eyes; 
When the second sun goes down, 
Thou more tranquil shalt be grown, 
Taught too well that wild despair  15
Dims thine eyes, and spoils thy hair. 
  
All the first unquiet week 
Thou shalt wear a smileless cheek; 
In the first month's second half 
Thou shalt once attempt to laugh;  20
Then in Pickwick thou shalt dip, 
Slightly puckering round the lip, 
Till at last, in sorrow's spite, 
Samuel makes thee laugh outright. 
  
While the first seven mornings last,  25
Round thy chamber bolted fast, 
Many a youth shall fume and pout, 
"Hang the girl, she 's always out!" 
While the second week goes round, 
Vainly shall they ring and pound;  30
When the third week shall begin, 
"Martha, let the creature in." 
  
Now once more the flattering throng 
Round thee flock with smile and song, 
But thy lips, unweaned as yet,  35
Lisp, "O, how can I forget!" 
Men and devils both contrive 
Traps for catching girls alive; 
Eve was duped, and Helen kissed,— 
How, O how can you resist?  40
  
First be careful of your fan, 
Trust it not to youth or man; 
Love has filled a pirate's sail 
Often with its perfumed gale. 
Mind your kerchief most of all,  45
Fingers touch when kerchiefs fall; 
Shorter ell than mercers clip 
Is the space from hand to lip. 
  
Trust not such as talk in tropes, 
Full of pistols, daggers, ropes;  50
All the hemp that Russia bears 
Scarce would answer lovers' prayers; 
Never thread was spun so fine, 
Never spider stretched the line, 
Would not hold the lovers true  55
That would really swing for you. 
  
Fiercely some shall storm and swear, 
Beating breasts in black despair; 
Others murmur with a sigh, 
You must melt, or they will die;  60
Painted words on empty lies, 
Grubs with wings like butterflies; 
Let them die, and welcome, too; 
Pray what better could they do? 
  
Fare thee well, if years efface  65
From thy heart love's burning trace, 
Keep, O keep that hallowed seat 
From the tread of vulgar feet; 
If the blue lips of the sea 
Wait with icy kiss for me,  70
Let not thine forget the vow, 
Sealed how often, Love, as now. 
 
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