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A Jet Ring Sent

Thou art not so black as my heart,
Nor half so brittle as her heart, thou art;
What would'st thou say? shall both our properties by thee be spoke,
—Nothing more endless, nothing sooner broke?

Marriage rings are not of this stuff;
Oh, why should ought less precious, or less tough
Figure our loves? except in thy name thou have bid it say,
'—I'm cheap, and nought but fashion; fling me away. '

Yet stay with me since thou art come,
Circle this finger's top, which didst her thumb;
Be justly proud, and gladly safe, that thou dost dwell with me;
She that, O! broke her faith, would soon break thee.
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    Air And Angels

    Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
    Before I knew thy face or name;
    So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame,
    Angels affect us oft, and worshipped be;
    Still when, to where thou wert, I came,
    Some lovely glorious nothing I did see.
    But since my soul, whose child love is,
    Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do,
    More subtle than the parent is,
    Love must not be, but take a body too;
    And therefore what thou wert, and who,
    I bid love ask, and now
    That it assume thy body I allow,
    And fix itself to thy lip, eye, and brow.

    Whilst thus to ballast love I thought,
    And so more steadily to have gone,
    With wares which would sink admiration,
    I saw I had love's pinnace overfraught
    Every thy hair for love to work upon
    Is much too much, some fitter must be sought;
    For, nor in nothing, nor in things
    Extreme and scatt'ring bright, can love inhere.
    Then as an angel, face and wings
    Of air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear,
    So thy love may be my love's sphere.
    Just such disparity
    As is'twixt air and angel's purity,
    'Twixt women's love and men's will ever be.
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      Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
      The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
      We, the people, must redeem
      The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
      The mountains and the endless plain
      All, all the stretch of these great green states
      And make America again!
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