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Letter V Confessions	A
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O Lady mine O Lady of my Life	B
Mine and not mine a being of the sky	-
Turn'd into Woman and I know not why	-
Is't well bethink thee to maintain a strife	B
With thy poor servant War unto the knife	B
Because I greet thee with a lover's eye	-
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II	-
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Is't well to visit me with thy disdain	C
And rack my soul because for love of thee	D
I was too prone to sink upon my knee	D
And too intent to make my meaning plain	C
And too resolved to make my loss a gain	C
To do thee good by Love's immortal plea	D
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III	-
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O friend forgive me for my dream of bliss	E
Forgive forget be just Wilt not forgive	F
Not though my tears should fall as through a sieve	F
The salt sea sand What joy hast thou in this	E
To be a maid and marvel at a kiss	E
Say Must I die to prove that I can live	G
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IV	G
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Shall this be so E'en this And all my love	G
Wreck'd in an instant No a gentle heart	H
Beats in thy bosom and the shades depart	H
From all fair gardens and from skies above	G
When thou art near For thou art like a dove	G
And dainty thoughts are with thee where thou art	H
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V	G
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Oh it is like the death of dearest kin	I
To wake and find the fancies of the brain	C
Sear'd and confused We languish in the strain	C
Of some lost music and we find within	I
Deep in the heart the record of a sin	I
The thrill thereof and all the blissful pain	C
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VI	G
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For it is deadly sin to love too well	J
And unappeased unhonour'd unbesought	H
To feed on dreams and yet 'tis aptly thought	H
That all must love E'en those who most rebel	K
In Eros' camp have known his master spell	J
And more shall learn than Eros yet has taught	H
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VII	G
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But I am mad to love I am not wise	L
I am the worst of men to love the best	H
Of all sweet women An untimely jest	H
A thing made up of rhapsodies and sighs	L
And unordained on earth and in the skies	L
And undesired in tumult and in rest	H
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VIII	G
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All this is true I know it I am he	G
I am that man I am the hated friend	H
Who once received a smile and sought to mend	H
His soul with hope O tyrant by the plea	G
Of all thy grace do thou accept from me	G
At least the notes that know not to offend	H
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IX	L
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See I will strike again the major chord	H
Of that great song which in his early days	L
Beethoven wrote and thine shall be the praise	L
And thine the frenzy like a soldier's sword	H
Flashing therein and thine O thou adored	H
And bright true Lady all the poet's lays	L
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X	L
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To thee to thee the songs of all my joy	M
To thee the songs that wildly seem to bless	L
And those that mind thee of a past caress	L
Lo with a whisper to the Wing d Boy	M
Who rules my fate I will my strength employ	M
To make a matin song of my distress	L
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XI	L
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But playing thus and toying with the notes	L
I half forget the cause I have to weep	N
And like a reaper in the realms of sleep	N
I hear the bird of morning where he floats	L
High in the welkin and in fairy boats	L
I see the minstrels sail upon the deep	N
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XII	L
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In mid suspension of my leaping bow	O
I almost hear the silence of the night	H
And in my soul I know the stars are bright	H
Because they love and that they nightly glow	P
To make it clear that there is nought below	P
And nought above so fair as Love's delight	H
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XIII	L
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But shall I touch thy heart by speech alone	Q
Without Amati Shall I prove by words	L
That hope is meant for men as well as birds	L
That I would take a scorpion or a stone	Q
In lieu of gold and sacrifice a throne	Q
To be the keeper of thy flocks and herds	L
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XIV	G
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Ah no my Lady though I sang to thee	L
With fuller voice than sings the nightingale	R
Fuller and softer in the moonlight pale	R
Than lays of Keats or Shelley or the free	L
And fire lipp'd Byron there would come to me	L
No word of thine to thank me for the tale	R
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XV	G
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Thou would'st not heed Thou would'st not any when	S
In bower or grove or in the holy nook	T
Which shields thy bed thou would'st not care to look	T
For thoughts of mine though faithful in their ken	S
As are the minds of England's fighting men	S
When they inscribe their names in Honour's book	T
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XVI	G
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Thou would'st not care to scan my face and through	U
This face of mine the soul for scraps of thought	H
Yet 'tis a face that somewhere has been taught	H
To smile in tears Mine eyes are somewhat blue	U
And quick to flash if what I hear be true	U
And dark at times as velvet newly wrought	H
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XVII	G
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But wilt thou own it Wilt thou in the scroll	V
Of my sad life perceive as in a hive	G
A thousand happy fancies that contrive	G
To seek thee out Thy bosom is the goal	V
Of all my thoughts and quick to thy control	V
They wend their way elate to be alive	G
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XVIII	G
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But there is something I could never bring	W
My soul to compass No could I compel	J
Thy plighted troth I would not have thee tell	J
A lie to God I'll have no wedding ring	W
With loveless hands around my neck to cling	W
For this were worse than all the fires of hell	J
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XIX	L
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I would not take thee from a lover's lips	L
Or from the rostrum of a roaring crowd	H
Or from the memory of a husband's shroud	H
Or from the goblet where a C sar sips	L
I would not touch thee with my finger tips	L
But I would die to serve thee and be proud	H
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XX	L
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And could I enter Heaven and find therein	I
In all the wide dominions of the air	X
No trace of thee among the natives there	X
I would not bide with them No not to win	I
A seraph's lyre but I would sin a sin	I
And free my soul and seek thee otherwhere	X