Daniel Artemas Harmon

Cold winds of winter have blown far away
springtime is our time
and love is today.
Kisses and blossoms
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Sleep little child.

when beddy-bye comes,
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Cold winds of winter
have blown far away-
Springtime is now time
and love is today.
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I dreamed I was climbin
up Tom Roche's mountain
and high on the top
there was roses all red
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Go strain against the enwrapping snare

and curse the silken, delicate bands
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How sweet the romance
of ants,
how voluptuous their queen,
so clean,
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Other than body of woman,
the grace of wine
and words that leap between minds,
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To see the cycle,
one observes the rose,
whose roots suck on,
though all the petals fall,
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For a strange while
I saw into far days
when you and I
will be as quiet dust.
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I came to the city

afraid and alone,
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Patient as time

and as the sea I waited
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The ageless sweep of suns and stars
beyond the boundaries of time,
the universes, galaxies,
forever more the more we climb
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I asked the bobbin in his den
and warrior chiefs in shiny boots,
the doddering old, the greenling shoots,
practitioners of Marx and Zen,
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The young ones scar
when stones are hurled
because they are
new to this world;
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Cock on the red
to jump at the green!
Demon riders drive,
Iscariots in Chariots!
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Deep in the night
Though other arms enfold me
I think of you
And of the dream that died
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Body, you say, or soul,
not understanding the whole.
When worms crawl through your brain
nothing of soul will remain-
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I was walkin, sad and so lonely

lookin for a wishin well
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Beyond is no answer.

Before is no question.
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