Verse > Anthologies > Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. > Yale Book of American Verse
Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse.  1912.
Richard Hovey. 1864–1900
246. Launa Dee
WEARY, oh, so weary 
With it all! 
Sunny days or dreary— 
How they pall! 
Why should we be heroes,         5
Launa Dee, 
Striving to no winning? 
Let the world be Zero's! 
As in the beginning 
Let it be.  10
What good comes of toiling, 
When all 's done? 
Frail green sprays for spoiling 
Of the sun; 
Laurel leaf or myrtle,  15
Love or fame— 
Ah, what odds what spray, sweet? 
Time, that makes life fertile, 
Makes its blooms decay, sweet, 
As they came.  20
Lie here with me dreaming, 
Cheek to cheek, 
Lithe limbs twined and gleaming, 
Brown and sleek; 
Like two serpents coiling  25
In their lair. 
Where 's the good of wreathing 
Sprays for Time's despoiling? 
Let me feel your breathing 
In my hair.  30
You and I together— 
Was it so? 
In the August weather 
Long ago! 
Did we kiss and fellow,  35
Side by side, 
Till the sunbeams quickened 
From our stalks great yellow 
Sunflowers, till we sickened 
There and died?  40
Were we tigers creeping 
Through the glade 
Where our prey lay sleeping, 
In some Eastern jungle?  45
Better so. 
I am sure the snarling 
Beasts could never bungle 
Life as men do, darling, 
Who half know.  50
Ah, if all of life, love, 
Were the living! 
Just to cease from strife, love, 
And from grieving; 
Let the swift world pass us,  55
You and me, 
Stilled from all aspiring,— 
Sinai nor Parnassus 
Longer worth desiring, 
Launa Dee!  60
Just to live like lilies 
In the lake! 
Where no thought nor will is, 
To mistake! 
Just to lose the human  65
Eyes that weep! 
Just to cease from seeming 
Longer man and woman! 
Just to reach the dreaming 
And the sleep!  70

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