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#7
I HIDE myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too--
And angels know the rest.
I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.
#11
MY river runs to thee:
Blue sea, wilt welcome me?
My river waits reply.
Oh sea, look graciously!
I 'll fetch thee brooks
From spotted nooks,--
Say, sea,
Take me!
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#25
WILD nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
To a heart in port,--
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!
#37
LOVE is anterior to life,
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.
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#43
POOR little heart! Did they forget thee?
Then dinna care! Then dinna care!
Proud little heart!
Did they forsake thee?
Be debonair! Be debonair!
Frail little heart! I would not break thee:
Could'st credit me? Could'st credit me?
Gay little heart! Like morning glory
Thou'll wilted be; thou'll wilted be!
#51
MY friend must be a bird,
Because it flies!
Mortal my friend must be,
Because it dies!
Barbs has it, like a bee.
Ah, curious friend,
Thou puzzlest me!
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