It doesn’t state you how
It contemplated—smiling—
Just consummated—now—
But this one, wears its merriment
So patient—like a pain—
Fresh gilded—to elude the eyes
Unqualified, to scan—
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Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine!Oh the Earth was made for lovers, for damsel, and hopeless swain,For sighing, and gentle whispering, and unity made of twain.All things do go a courting, in earth, or sea, or air,God hath made nothing single but thee in His world so fair!The bride, and then the bridegroom,…
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But Bread is that Diviner thingDisclosed to be denied
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain
Tis true the drought is destituteBut, then, I had the dew!The Caspian has its realms of sand,Its other realm of sea.Without this sterile perquisiteNo Caspian could be.
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No less bereaved was IUpon a New Peninsula—The Grave preceded me—Obtained my Lodgings, ere myself—And when I sought my Bed—The Grave it was reposed uponThe Pillow for my Head—I waked to find it first awake—I rose—It followed me—I tried to drop it in the Crowd—To lose it in the Sea—In Cups of artificial DrowseTo steep…
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So over Horror, it half Captivates—The Soul stares after it, secure—A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more—To scan a Ghost, is faint—But grappling, conquers it—How easy, Torment, now—Suspense kept sawing so—The Truth, is Bald, and Cold—But that will hold—If any are not sure—We show them—prayer—But we, who know,Stop hoping, now—Looking at Death, is Dying—Just let go…
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Debated—Rose again—This time—beyond the estimateOf Envy, or of Men—And now, among Circumference—Her steady Boat be seen—At home—among the Billows—AsThe Bough where she was born—