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i	A
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It seems a year and more since last we met	B
Since roseate spring repaid in part its debt	B
To thy bright eyes and o'er the lowlands fair	C
Made daffodils so like thy golden hair	C
That I poor wretch have kiss'd them on my knees	D
Forget Me Nots peep out beneath the trees	D
So like thine eyes that I have question'd them	E
And thought thee near though viewless on the breeze	D
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ii	A
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It seems a year and yet when all is told	F
'Tis but a week since I was re enroll'd	F
Among thy friends How fairy like the scene	G
How gay with lamps How fraught with tender sheen	G
Of life and languor I was thine alone	H
Alert for thee intent to catch the tone	H
Of thy sweet voice and proud to be alive	I
To call to heart a peace for ever flown	H
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Had I not vext thee as a monk in prayer	C
May vex a saint by musing unaware	C
On evil things A saint is hard to move	J
And quick to chide and slow as I can prove	J
To do what's just and yet in thy despite	K
We met again we too at dead of night	K
And I was hopeful in my love of thee	L
And thou superb and matchless in the light	K
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iv	J
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I felt distraught from gazing over much	M
At thy great beauty and I fear'd to touch	M
The dainty hand which Envy's self hath praised	N
I fear'd to greet thee and my soul was dazed	N
And self convicted in its new design	O
For I was mad to hope to call thee mine	O
Aye mad as he who claims a Virgin's love	J
Because his lips have praised her at a shrine	O
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v	J
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I saw thee there in all the proud array	P
Of thy young charms as if a summer's day	P
Had leapt to life and made itself a queen	G
As if the sylphs remembering what had been	Q
Had mission'd thee from out the world's romance	R
To stir my pulse and thrill me with a glance	R
And once again allow'd though undesired	P
I did become thy partner in the dance	R
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vi	J
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I bow'd to thee I drew thee to my side	P
As one may seize a wrestler in his pride	P
To try conclusions and I felt the rush	S
Of my heart's blood suffuse me in a blush	S
That told its tale But what my tongue would tell	T
Was spent in sighs as o'er my spirit fell	T
The silvery cadence of thy lips' assent	P
And every look o'er ruled me like a spell	T
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vii	J
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O devil's joy of dancing when a tune	U
Speeds us to Heaven and night is at the noon	U
Of all its frolic all its wild desire	V
O thrall of rapt illusions when we tire	V
Of coy reserve and all the moments pass	W
As pass the visions in a magic glass	W
And every step is shod with ecstacy	W
And every smile is fleck'd with some Alas	W
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viii	J
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Was it a moment or a merry span	X
Of years uncounted when convulsion ran	X
Right through the veins of me to make me blest	P
And yet accurst in that revolving quest	P
Known as a waltz if waltz indeed it were	V
And not a fluttering dream of gauze and vair	V
And languorous eyes I scarce can muse thereon	Y
Without a pang too sweet for me to bear	V
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ix	W
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By right of music for a fleeting term	Z
Mine arms enwound thee and I held thee firm	Z
There on my breast so near yet so remote	P
So close about me that I seem'd to float	P
In sunlit rapture touch'd I know not how	A2
By some suggestion of a deeper vow	A2
Than men are 'ware of when on Glory's track	B2
They kneel to angels with uplifted brow	A2
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x	W
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And lo abash'd I do recall to mind	P
All that is past the yearning undefined	P
The baulk'd confession that was like a sob	C2
The sound of singing and the gurgling throb	C2
Of lute and viol meant for many things	W
But most for misery and a something clings	W
Close to my heart that is not wantonness	W
Though wanton like it warms me while it stings	W
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xi	W
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The night returns that night of all the nights	W
And I am dower'd anew with such delights	W
As memory feeds on for I walk'd with thee	W
In moonlit gardens and there flew to me	W
A flower like moth a pinion'd daffodil	D2
From Nature's hand and out beyond the hill	D2
There rose a star I joy'd to look upon	E2
Because it seem'd the star of thy good will	D2
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xii	W
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We sat beneath the trees as well thou know'st	P
Within an arbour which a summer's boast	P
Had made ambrosial and we loiter'd there	V
Some little space the while upon the air	V
Uprose the fragrance of uncounted flowers	W
Ah me how weird a tryste was that of ours	W
And how the moon look'd down so lurid warm	F2
Athwart the stillness of the frondage towers	W
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xiii	W
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I seem'd to feel thy breath upon my cheek	G2
I vainly searched for words I long'd to speak	G2
But could not utter lest the sound thereof	J
Should scare away the elves that wait on love	J
And when I spoke to thee 'twas of the spot	P
Where we were seated things that matter'd not	P
Uncared for things the weather the new laws	W
And sudden loud the wind assail'd the grot	P
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xiv	J
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A little bird was warbling overhead	P
As if to twit me with the word unsaid	P
Which he more daring when the sun was high	J
Trill'd to his mate He knew the tender why	J
Of many a pleading and he knew meseems	W
The very key note to the lyric dreams	W
Of all true poets when by love impell'd	P
They search the secrets of the woods and streams	W
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xv	J
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'Tis sure that summer when she rear'd the bower	V
And arched the roof and gave it all the dower	V
Of all its leaves and all the crannies small	H2
Where wrens look through 'tis sure that after all	H2
Summer was kind and meant to make for me	W
A shriving place a lighthouse on the sea	W
Of all that verdure that beneath the stars	W
I might receive one quickening glance from thee	W
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xvi	J
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Oh had I dared to whisper in thine ear	V
My heart full wish undaunted by the fear	V
Of some rebuke a flush of thy fair face	W
A lifted hand to tell me that the place	W
Was fairy fenced and guarded as by flame	I2
Oh had I dared to court the word of blame	I2
That's good for me no doubt at every turn	J2
My life to day were chasten'd by the same	I2
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xvii	J
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But I was conscious of a sudden ban	X
Hurl'd from the zenith I was like the man	X
Who scaled Olympus with intent to bring	K2
New fire therefrom and dared not face the King	K2
Of thought and thunder I was full prepared	P
For thy displeasure for the past was bared	P
To mine on looking and with faltering tongue	L2
I left my languorous meanings undeclared	P
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xviii	J
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O lost Occasion what a thing art thou	A2
A three fold key the when the where the how	A2
The past the present and the future tense	W
All thrown aside For what A witless sense	W
Of some compunction When the hour is bold	P
Reason is shy and rapture seeming cold	P
Makes mute surrender of its dearest chance	W
And all for fear of doubts that might be told	P
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xix	W
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But could we meet oh could we meet again	M2
On some such night unseen upon the plain	N2
I'd rob thee Lady of a tardy smile	O2
I would do this and for a breathing while	O2
I would assert a sinner's right to pray	V
A sinner's right to choose as best he may	V
His patron saint and I would kneel to thee	W
And call thee mine and dote on thee for aye	J
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xx	W
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And then in summer when the hours are mad	P
And all the flow'rets in the fields are glad	P
And all the breezes like demented things	W
Outspeed the birds with sunlight on their wings	W
In summer aye in summer's gracious time	P2
I might perchance be pardon'd for the crime	P2
Of my much love and win thy benison	N2
Ere yet the year has reached its golden prime	P2