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Preludes	A
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I Love's Immortality	B
How vilely 'twere to misdeserve	C
The poet's gift of perfect speech	D
In song to try with trembling nerve	C
The limit of its utmost reach	D
Only to sound the wretched praise	E
Of what to morrow shall not be	B
So mocking with immortal bays	E
The cross bones of mortality	B
I do not thus My faith is fast	F
That all the loveliness I sing	G
Is made to bear the mortal blast	F
And blossom in a better Spring	G
Doubts of eternity ne'er cross	H
The Lover's mind divinely clear	I
For ever is the gain or loss	H
Which maddens him with hope or fear	I
So trifles serve for his relief	C
And trifles make him sick and pale	J
And yet his pleasure and his grief	C
Are both on a majestic scale	J
The chance indefinitely small	K
Of issue infinitely great	L
Eclipses finite interests all	K
And has the dignity of fate	L
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II Heaven and Earth	M
How long shall men deny the flower	N
Because its roots are in the earth	M
And crave with tears from God the dower	O
They have and have despised as dearth	M
And scorn as low their human lot	P
With frantic pride too blind to see	B
That standing on the head makes not	P
Either for ease or dignity	B
But fools shall feel like fools to find	Q
Too late inform'd that angels' mirth	M
Is one in cause and mode and kind	Q
With that which they profaned on earth	M
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Aetna And The Moon	R
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I	-
To soothe my heart I feigning seized	S
A pen and showering tears declared	T
My unfeign'd passion sadly pleased	S
Only to dream that so I dared	T
Thus was the fervid truth confess'd	U
But wild with paradox ran the plea	B
As wilfully in hope depress'd	U
Yet bold beyond hope's warranty	B
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II	-
O more than dear be more than just	V
And do not deafly shut the door	W
I claim no right to speak I trust	V
Mercy not right yet who has more	W
For if more love makes not more fit	X
Of claimants here none's more nor less	Y
Since your great worth does not permit	X
Degrees in our unworthiness	Y
Yet if there's aught that can be done	Z
With arduous labour of long years	Y
By which you'll say that you'll be won	Z
O tell me and I'll dry my tears	Y
Ah no if loving cannot move	C
How foolishly must labour fail	J
The use of deeds is to show love	C
If signs suffice let these avail	J
Your name pronounced brings to my heart	A2
A feeling like the violet's breath	B2
Which does so much of heaven impart	A2
It makes me amorous of death	B2
The winds that in the garden toss	Y
The Guelder roses give me pain	C2
Alarm me with the dread of loss	Y
Exhaust me with the dream of gain	C2
I'm troubled by the clouds that move	C
Tired by the breath which I respire	W
And ever like a torch my love	C
Thus agitated flames the higher	W
All's hard that has not you for goal	D2
I scarce can move my hand to write	E2
For love engages all my soul	D2
And leaves the body void of might	E2
The wings of will spread idly as do	F2
The bird's that in a vacuum lies	Y
My breast asleep with dreams of you	F2
Forgets to breathe and bursts in sighs	Y
I see no rest this side the grave	C
No rest nor hope from you apart	A2
Your life is in the rose you gave	C
Its perfume suffocates my heart	A2
There's no refreshment in the breeze	Y
The heaven o'erwhelms me with its blue	F2
I faint beside the dancing seas	Y
Winds skies and waves are only you	F2
The thought or act which not intends	Y
You service seems a sin and shame	G2
In that one only object ends	Y
Conscience religion honour fame	G2
Ah could I put off love Could we	B
Never have met What calm what ease	Y
Nay but alas this remedy	B
Were ten times worse than the disease	Y
For when indifferent I pursue	F2
The world's best pleasures for relief	C
My heart still sickening back to you	F2
Finds none like memory of its grief	C
And though 'twere very hell to hear	W
You felt such misery as I	-
All good save you were far less dear	W
Than is that ill with which I die	-
Where'er I go wandering forlorn	H2
You are the world's love life and glee	B
Oh wretchedness not to be borne	H2
If she that's Love should not love me	B
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III	-
I could not write another word	I2
Through pity for my own distress	Y
And forth I went untimely stirr'd	I2
To make my misery more or less	Y
I went beneath the heated noon	R
To where in her simplicity	B
She sate at work and as the Moon	R
On tna smiles she smiled on me	B
But now and then in cheek and eyes	Y
I saw or fancied such a glow	J2
As when in summer evening skies	Y
Some say It lightens some say No	J2
Honoria I began No more	W
The Dean by ill or happy hap	K2
Came home and Wolf burst in before	W
And put his nose upon her lap	K2

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