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by Fletcher, John Gould
 Do you give yourself to me utterly,

Body and no-body, flesh and no-flesh

Not as a fugitive, blindly or bitterly, 

But as a child might, with no other wish?

Yes, utterly.



Then I...Read More



by Fletcher, John Gould
 ROSES, their sharp spines being gone, 
Not royal in their smells alone, 
 But in their hue; 
Maiden pinks, of odour faint, 
Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, 
 And...Read More

by Fletcher, John Gould
 In the night of weariness 
let me give myself up to sleep without struggle, 
resting my trust upon thee. 

Let me not force my flagging spirit into a poor...Read More

by Fletcher, John Gould
 Birds' love and birds' song
Flying here and there,
Birds' songand birds' love
And you with gold for hair!
Birds' songand birds' love
Passing with the weather,
Men's song and men's love,
To love once and...Read More



by Fletcher, John Gould
 BEAUTY clear and fair,
 Where the air
Rather like a perfume dwells;
 Where the violet and the rose
 Their blue veins and blush disclose,
And come to honour nothing else:

 Where...Read More

by Fletcher, John Gould
 she was a short one
getting fat and she had once been
beautiful and
she drank the wine
she drank the wine in bed and
talked and screamed and cursed at
me
and i told her...Read More

by Fletcher, John Gould
 I 

Like a gaunt, scraggly pine 
Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; 
And patiently, through dull years of bitter silence, 
Untended and uncared for, starts to grow....Read More

by Fletcher, John Gould
 HENCE, all you vain delights,
 As short as are the nights
 Wherein you spend your folly!
There 's naught in this life sweet,
If men were wise to see't,
 But only...Read More



by Fletcher, John Gould
 WEEP no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that 's gone:
Violets pluck'd, the sweetest rain
Makes not fresh nor grow again.
Trim thy locks, look cheerfully;
Fate's hid ends eyes...Read More

by Fletcher, John Gould
 HEAR, ye ladies that despise
 What the mighty Love has done;
Fear examples and be wise:
 Fair Callisto was a nun;
Leda, sailing on the stream
 To deceive the hopes of...Read More

by Fletcher, John Gould
 COME, Sleep, and with thy sweet deceiving
Lock me in delight awhile;
Let some pleasing dreams beguile
All my fancies; that from thence
I may feel an influence
All my powers of care bereaving!

Though...Read More

by Fletcher, John Gould
 To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is...Read More

by Fletcher, John Gould
 When daisies pied, and violets blue, 
And lady-smocks all silver-white, 
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue 
Do paint the meadows with delight, 
The cuckoo then, on every tree, 
Mocks married...Read More

by Fletcher, John Gould
 Take, oh take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn,
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again,
Seals of love, but sealed...Read More

by Fletcher, John Gould
 Hence, all you vain delights,
As short as are the nights
Wherein you spend your folly:
There's nought in this life sweet,
If man were wise to see't,
But only melancholy,
O sweetest melancholy!
Welcome, folded...Read More