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You Had Eyes In Your Pages
that this way thou could'st notice me
they cannot take me any more!
you cannot put a fire out
and then you wished you had eyes in your pages
But Stopped, When Qualified To Love, But Not
a fear will urge it where
it would be life
it tried to be a rose
a bomb to justify
whether to reveal
one port suffices for a brig like mine
might death enable thee
it feels a shame to be alive
but not the grief that nestled close
perhaps he doesn't know the house
but stopped, when qualified to guess
nor had i time to love, but since
tell him the page i didn't write
If He Fear To Me
if he fear to swerve
indignant that the joy was come
that they are beautiful
i don't like paradise
that i the answer may pursue
tell him the page i didn't write
to stop and tell them where it is
and what itself, will say to me
I Shall Never Tell!
i lived on dread; to those who know
show me them said i
how could i of him?
i pray him too explore
i am not used to hope
but i shall never tell!
i'd rather be the one
i only have it not tonight
i shall know why when time is over
tell him the page i didn't write
for mine to look at when i liked
and push it with my fingers next
A Doubt If The Flesh Resist The Heft
that if the flesh resist the heft
a doubt if it be us
forever might be short, i thought to show
tell him the page i didn't write
That We But Recollect The Page I Didn't
though thine attention stop not on me
tell him the page i didn't write
that we but recollect the one
if just as soon as breath is out
as far as death this way
and if the further heaven
Sits In Tune,
run the rattling pages o'er;
and sits in sirius' disc all night,
and showed him, through a manhole in the floor,
in summertime with a witching wand,
the heart he wore in a golden chain
hung over her in tune,
like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes,