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Then I asked 'Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so make it so '	A
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He replied 'All Poets believe that it does and in ages of imagination this firm persuasion removed mountains but many are not capable of a firm persuasion of anything '	-
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Blake's 'Marriage of Heaven and Hell'	B
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At any moment love unheralded	C
Comes and is king Then as with a fall	B
Of frost the buds upon the hawthorn spread	D
Are withered in untimely burial	B
So love occasion gone his crown puts by	-
And as a beggar walks unfriended ways	E
With but remembered beauty to defy	-
The frozen sorrows of unsceptred days	E
Or in that later travelling he comes	F
Upon a bleak oblivion and tells	G
Himself again again forgotten tombs	H
Are all now that love was and blindly spells	G
His royal state of old a glory cursed	I
Saying 'I have forgot' and that's the worst	I
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If we should part upon that one embrace	J
And set our courses ever each from each	K
With all our treasure but a fading face	J
And little ghostly syllables of speech	K
Should beauty's moment never be renewed	L
And moons on moons look out for us in vain	M
And each but whisper from a solitude	L
To hear but echoes of a lonely pain	M
Still in a world that fortune cannot change	N
Should walk those two that once were you and I	-
Those two that once when moon and stars were strange	N
Poets above us in an April sky	-
Heard a voice falling on the midnight sea	O
Mute and for ever but for you and me	O
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This nature this great flood of life this cheat	P
That uses us as baubles for her coat	Q
Takes love that should be nothing but the beat	P
Of blood for its own beauty by the throat	Q
Saying you are my servant and shall do	R
My purposes or utter bitterness	S
Shall be your wage and nothing come to you	R
But stammering tongues that never can confess	T
Undaunted then in answer here I cry	-
'You wanton that control the hand of him	U
Who masquerades as wisdom in a sky	-
Where holy holy sing the cherubim	U
I will not pay one penny to your name	U
Though all my body crumble into shame '	-
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Woman I once had whimpered at your hand	V
Saying that all the wisdom that I sought	W
Lay in your brain that you were as the sand	V
Should cleanse the muddy mirrors of my thought	W
I should have read in you the character	X
Of oracles that quick a thousand lays	E
Looked in your eyes and seen accounted there	Y
Solomons legioned for bewildered praise	E
Now have I learnt love as love is I take	Z
Your hand and with no inquisition learn	A2
All that your eyes can tell and that's to make	Z
A little reckoning and brief then turn	A2
Away and in my heart I hear a call	B
'I love I love I love' and that is all	B
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When all the hungry pain of love I bear	Y
And in poor lightless thought but burn and burn	A2
And wit goes hunting wisdom everywhere	Y
Yet can no word of revelation learn	A2
When endlessly the scales of yea and nay	B2
In dreadful motion fall and rise and fall	B
When all my heart in sorrow I could pay	B2
Until at last were left no tear at all	B
Then if with tame or subtle argument	C2
Companions come and draw me to a place	J
Where words are but the tappings of content	D2
And life spreads all her garments with a grace	J
I curse that ease and hunger in my heart	E2
Back to my pain and lonely to depart	E2
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Not anything you do can make you mine	F2
For enterprise with equal charity	-
In duty as in love elect will shine	F2
The constant slave of mutability	-
Nor can your words for all their honey breath	G2
Outsing the speech of many an older rhyme	U
And though my ear deliver them from death	G2
One day or two it is so little time	U
Nor does your beauty in its excellence	H2
Excel a thousand in the daily sun	I2
Yet must I put a period to pretence	H2
And with my logic's catalogue have done	I2
For act and word and beauty are but keys	H2
To unlock the heart and you dear love are these	H2
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Never the heart of spring had trembled so	H2
As on that day when first in Paradise	H2
We went afoot as novices to know	H2
For the first time what blue was in the skies	H2
What fresher green than any in the grass	H2
And how the sap goes beating to the sun	I2
And tell how on the clocks of beauty pass	H2
Minute by minute till the last is done	I2
But not the new birds singing in the brake	Z
And not the buds of our discovery	-
The deeper blue the wilder green the ache	Z
For beauty that we shadow as we see	-
Made heaven but we as love's occasion brings	H2
Took these and made them Paradisal things	H2
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The lilacs offer beauty to the sun	I2
Throbbing with wonder as eternally	-
For sad and happy lovers they have done	I2
With the first bloom of summer in the sky	-
Yet they are newly spread in honour now	J2
Because for every beam of beauty given	I2
Out of that clustering heart back to the bough	J2
My love goes beating from a greater heaven	I2
So be my love for good or sorry luck	K2
Bound it has virtue on this April eve	-
That shall be there for ever when they pluck	K2
Lilacs for love And though I come to grieve	-
Long at a frosty tomb there still shall be	-
My happy lyric in the lilac tree	-
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IX	H2
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When they make silly question of my love	-
And speak to me of danger and disdain	M
And look by fond old argument to move	-
My wisdom to docility again	L2
When to my prouder heart they set the pride	-
Of custom and the gossip of the street	-
And show me figures of myself beside	-
A self diminished at their judgment seat	-
Then do I sit as in a drowsy pew	R
To hear a priest expounding th' heavenly will	B
Defiling wonder that he never knew	R
With stolen words of measured good and ill	B
For to the love that knows their counselling	K2
Out of my love contempt alone I bring	K2
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X	H2
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Not love of you is most that I can bring	K2
Since what I am to love you is the test	-
And should I love you more than any thing	K2
You would but be of idle love possessed	-
A mere love wandering in appetite	-
Counting your glories and yet bringing none	I2
Finding in you occasions of delight	-
A thief of payment for no service done	I2
But when of labouring life I make a song	K2
And bring it you as that were my reward	-
To let what most is me to you belong	K2
Then do I come of high possessions lord	-
And loving life more than my love of you	R
I give you love more excellently true	R
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XI	H2
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What better tale could any lover tell	B
When age or death his reckoning shall write	-
Than thus 'Love taught me only to rebel	B
Against these things the thieving of delight	-
Without return the gospellers of fear	M2
Who loving yet deny the truth they bear	Y
Sad suited lusts with lecherous hands to smear	M2
The cloth of gold they would but dare not wear	Y
And love gave me great knowledge of the trees	H2
And singing birds and earth with all her flowers	H2
Wisdom I knew and righteousness in these	H2
I lived in their atonement all my hours	H2
Love taught me how to beauty's eye alone	N2
The secret of the lying heart is known '	-
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XII	H2
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This then at last we may be wiser far	O2
Than love and put his folly to our measure	X
Yet shall we learn poor wizards that we are	O2
That love chimes not nor motions at our pleasure	X
We bid him come and light an eager fire	X
And he goes down the road without debating	K2
We cast him from the house of our desire	X
And when at last we leave he will be waiting	K2
And in the end there is no folly but this	H2
To counsel love out of our little learning	K2
For still he knows where rotten timber is	H2
And where the boughs for the long winter burning	K2
And when life needs no more of us at all	B
Love's word will be the last that we recall	B