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I	A
Ah dearest Wife a fresh lit fire	B
Sends forth to heaven great shows of fume	C
And watchers far away admire	D
But when the flames their power assume	C
The more they burn the less they show	E
The clouds no longer smirch the sky	A
And then the flames intensest glow	E
When far off watchers think they die	A
The fumes of early love my verse	F
Has figured You must paint the flame	G
'Twould merit the Promethean curse	F
But now Sweet for your praise and blame	G
You speak too boldly veils are due	H
To women's feelings Fear not this	I
Women will vow I say not true	H
And men believe the lips they kiss	I
I did not call you 'Dear' or 'Love '	J
I think till after Frank was born	K
That fault I cannot well remove	L
The rhymes but Frank now blew his horn	K
And Walter bark'd on hands and knees	M
At Baby in the mignonette	H
And all made full cry for the trees	M
Where Felix and his Wife were set	H
Again disturb'd crickets have cares	N
True to their annual use they rose	O
To offer thanks at Evening Prayers	N
In three times sacred Sarum Close	P
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II	A
Passing they left a gift of wine	Q
At Widow Neale's Her daughter said	H
O Ma'am she's sinking For a sign	Q
She cried just now of him that's dead	H
'Mary he's somewhere close above	R
'Weeping and wailing his dead wife	S
'With forceful prayers and fatal love	R
'Conjuring me to come to life	S
'A spirit is terrible though dear	T
'It comes by night and sucks my breath	U
'And draws me with desire and fear '	-
Ah Ma'am she'll soon be his in death	U
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III	A
Vaughan when his kind Wife's eyes were dry	A
Said This thought crosses me my Dove	R
If Heaven should proffer when we die	A
Some unconceiv'd superior love	R
How take the exchange without despair	V
Without worse folly how refuse	W
But she who wise as she was fair	V
For subtle doubts had simple clues	W
Said Custom sanctifies and faith	X
Is more than joy ah how desire	B
In any heaven a different path	Y
Though found at first it had been higher	B
Yet love makes death a dreadful thought	H
Felix at what a price we live	Z
But present pleasures soon forgot	H
The future's dread alternative	A2
For as became the festal time	B2
He cheer'd her heart with tender praise	C2
And speeches wanting only rhyme	B2
To make them like his winged lays	C2
He discommended girlhood What	H
For sweetness like the ten years' wife	S
Whose customary love is not	H
Her passion or her play but life	S
With beauties so maturely fair	V
Affecting mild and manifold	H
May girlish charms no more compare	V
Than apples green with apples gold	H
Ah still unpraised Honoria Heaven	D2
When you into my arms it gave	E2
Left nought hereafter to be given	D2
But grace to feel the good I have	F2
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IV	F2
Her own and manhood's modesty	H
Made dumb her love but on their road	H
His hand in hers felt soft reply	A
And like rejoinder fond bestow'd	H
And when the carriage set them down	G2
How strange said he 'twould seem to meet	H
When pacing as we now this town	G2
A Florence or a Lisbon Street	H
That Laura or that Catherine who	H
In the remote romantic years	H2
From Petrarch or Camoens drew	H
Their songs and their immortal tears	N
But here their converse had its end	H
For crossing the Cathedral Lawn	I2
There came an ancient college friend	H
Who introduced to Mrs Vaughan	I2
Lifted his hat and bow'd and smiled	H
And fill'd her kind large eyes with joy	J2
By patting on the cheek her child	H
With Is he yours this handsome boy	J2

Coventry Patmore

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