Muir Holburn - Selected Poems

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Like Longfellow’s ugly Standish I have sent

So many emissaries – bidding them to say

Such things as words, sighs, gifts O never can convey.


Tribunes and proxies, I must seize on these,

For certain things by lovers are not borne –

The first denial – and the second scorn.


And so I ask the winds, the things you touch,

To tell my secret – and to bring report

How you respond. But fondly as I sought


For tidings of my heralds, there are none.

The treacherous Standish pattern holds the day –

They see you once, and, seeing you, they stay.








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