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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! |
#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. |
#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! |