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Letter III Regrets	A
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When I did wake to day a bird of Heaven	B
A wanton woeless thing a wandering sprite	C
Did seem to sing a song for my delight	C
And far away did make its holy steven	B
Sweeter to hear than lute strings that are seven	B
And I did weep thereat in my despite	C
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II	-
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O glorious sun I thought O gracious king	D
Of all this splendour that we call the earth	E
For thee the lark distils his morning mirth	E
But who will hear the matins that I sing	D
Who will be glad to greet me in the spring	D
Or heed the voice of one so little worth	E
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III	-
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Who will accept the thanks I would entone	B
For having met thee and for having seen	B
Thy face an instant in the bower serene	B
Of perfect faith The splendour was thine own	B
The rapture mine and Doubt was overthrown	B
And Grief forgot the keynote of its threne	B
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IV	F
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I rose in haste I seiz'd as in a trance	G
My violin the friend I love the best	H
After thyself sweet soul and wildly press'd	H
And firmly drew it with a master's glance	G
Straight to my heart The sunbeams seem'd to dance	G
Athwart the strings to rob me of my rest	H
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V	F
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For then a living thing it did appear	I
And every chord had sympathies for me	F
And something like a lover's lowly plea	F
Did shake its frame and something like a tear	J
Fell on my cheek to mind me of the year	I
When first we met we two beside the sea	F
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VI	F
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I stood erect I proudly lifted up	K
The Sword of Song the bow that trembled now	B
As if for joy my grief to disallow	B
Are there not some who in the choicest cup	K
Imbibe despair and famish as they sup	K
Sear'd by a solace that was like a vow	B
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VII	B
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Are there not some who weep and cannot tell	L
Why it is thus And others who repeat	M
Stories of ice to cool them in the heat	M
And some who quake for doubts they cannot quell	L
And yet are brave And some who smile in Hell	L
For thinking of the sin that was so sweet	M
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VIII	B
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I have been one who in the glow of youth	N
Have liv'd in books and realised a bliss	O
Unfelt by misers when they count and kiss	O
Their minted joys and I have known in sooth	N
The taste of water from the well of Truth	N
And found it good But time has alter'd this	O
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IX	O
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I have been hated scorn'd and thrust away	P
By one who is the Regent of the flowers	O
By one who in the magic of her powers	O
Changes the day to night the night to day	P
And makes a potion of the solar ray	P
Which drugs my heart and deadens it for hours	O
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X	O
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I have been taught that Happiness is coy	Q
And will not come to all who bend the knee	F
That Faith is like the foam upon the sea	F
And Pride a snare and Pomp a foolish toy	Q
And Hope a moth whose wings we may destroy	Q
And she I love has taught these things to me	F
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XI	F
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Yes thou my Lady Thou hast made me feel	R
The pangs of that Prometheus who was chain'd	S
And would not bow but evermore maintain'd	S
A fierce revolt Have I refused to kneel	R
I do it gladly But to mine appeal	R
No answer comes and none will be ordain'd	S
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XII	F
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Why then this rancour Why so cold a thing	D
As thy displeasure O thou dearest One	B
I meant no wrong I stole not from the sun	B
The fire of Heaven but I did seek to bring	D
Glory from thee to me and in the Spring	D
I pray'd the prayer that left me thus undone	B
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XIII	F
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I pray'd my prayer I wove into my song	T
Fervour and joy and mystery and the bleak	U
The wan despair that words can never speak	U
I pray'd as if my spirit did belong	T
To some old master who was wise and strong	T
Because he lov'd and suffer'd and was weak	U
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XIV	B
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I curb'd the notes convulsive to a sigh	B
And when they falter'd most I made them leap	V
Fierce from my bow as from a summer sleep	V
A young she devil I was fired thereby	B
To bolder efforts and a muffled cry	B
Came from the strings as if a saint did weep	V
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XV	B
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I changed the theme I dallied with the bow	B
Just time enough to fit it to a mesh	W
Of merry notes and drew it back afresh	W
To talk of truth and constancy and woe	X
And life and love and madness and the glow	X
Of mine own soul which burns into my flesh	W
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XVI	B
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It was the Lord of music it was he	F
Who seiz'd my hand He forc'd me as I play'd	Y
To think of that ill fated fairy glade	Y
Where once we stroll'd at night and wild and free	F
My notes did ring and quickly unto me	F
There came the joy that maketh us afraid	Y
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XVII	B
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Oh I shall die of tasting in my dreams	F
Poison of love and ecstasy of pain	B
For I shall never kneel to thee again	B
Or sit in bowers or wander by the streams	F
Of golden vales or of the morning beams	F
Construct a wreath to crown thee on the plain	B
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XVIII	B
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Yet it were easy too to compass this	F
So thou wert kind and easy to my soul	Z
Were harder things if I could reach the goal	Z
Of all I crave and consummate a bliss	F
In mine own fashion and compel a kiss	F
More fraught with honour than a king's control	Z
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XIX	F
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It is not much to say that I would die	B
It is not much to say that I would dare	J
Torture and doom and death could I but share	J
One kiss with thee For then without a sigh	B
I'd teach thee pity and be graced thereby	B
Wet with thy tears and shrouded by thy hair	J
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XX	F
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It is not much to say that this is so	F
Yet I would sell my substance and my breath	N
And all the joy that comes from Nazareth	N
And all the peace that all the angels know	F
To lie with thee one minute in the snow	F
Of thy white bosom ere I sank in death	N