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To Sea, 2011
I Whenever would thou bleed, thus bind, Thy lying heart will shed its feel; Why art thou kne'd? Thy eyes art blind To drops whose sight them ne'er heal. II At order yours, domain of fever, For I did never flow had got; Blush all my farewells to the river Through spirals shore hath been forgot! III Lost are the roads, the walks, the flies; and e'en my wraith the glimpses shend; the gust of Love becoming craze: alone the light will pose to me withstand. IV Nor gaze the cheek at kiss thereof It rouses; turns should yet event; Neither at coldness pale the waving luff, As always breathe is left but never sent. V For I ply remissance drawing this- If the world shall to pleat lade, Not 'twas drawning for thy bliss; Not for thee was pour'd: may maid. VI Is mine horizon as tears gray Thy love the light through whom; The bosom not for hour, day, Nor night it pray, But to its home. VII Is lone an hexitating fright, The silence rounding ridge of woes; And as forgiven one's dreft faith, Thus be the roves, and not the lies. VIII 'Tis be the greatest grief To dare a kiss to coldless path, Thus frame the soul in lineless wrath, Bleeding the crown thou hath- and still relief.
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