Pauline - A Fragment Of A Confession Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Shall pant to mine bend o'er me thy sweet eyes | B |
And loosened hair and breathing lips arms | C |
Drawing me to thee these build up a screen | D |
To shut me in with thee and from all fear | E |
So that I might unlock the sleepless brood | F |
Of fancies from my soul their lurking place | G |
Nor doubt that each would pass ne'er to return | H |
To one so watched so loved and so secured | I |
But what can guard thee but thy naked love | J |
Ah dearest whoso sucks a poisoned wound | K |
Envenoms his own veins thou art so good | L |
So calm if thou should'st wear a brow less light | M |
For some wild thought which but for me were kept | N |
From out thy soul as from a sacred star | O |
Yet till I have unlocked them it were vain | P |
To hope to sing some woe would light on me | Q |
Nature would point at one whose quivering lip | R |
Was bathed in her enchantments whose brow burned | S |
Beneath the crown to which her secrets knelt | T |
Who learned the spell which can call up the dead | U |
And then departed smiling like a fiend | V |
Who has deceived God If such one should seek | W |
Again her altars and stand robed and crowned | K |
Amid the faithful sad confession first | X |
Remorse and pardon and old claims renewed | F |
Ere I can be as I shall be no more | Y |
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I had been spared this shame if I had sate | Z |
By thee for ever from the first in place | G |
Of my wild dreams of beauty and of good | L |
Or with them as an earnest of their truth | A2 |
No thought nor hope having been shut from thee | Q |
No vague wish unexplained no wandering aim | B2 |
Sent back to bind on Fancy's wings and seek | W |
Some strange fair world where it might be a law | C2 |
But doubting nothing had been led by thee | Q |
Thro' youth and saved as one at length awaked | L |
Who has slept thro' a peril Ah vain vain | P |
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Thou lovest me the past is in its grave | D2 |
Tho' its ghost haunts us till this much is ours | E2 |
To cast away restraint lest a worse thing | F2 |
Wait for us in the darkness Thou lovest me | Q |
And thou art to receive not love but faith | G2 |
For which thou wilt be mine and smile and take | H2 |
All shapes and shames and veil without a fear | E |
That form which music follows like a slave | D2 |
And I look to thee and I trust in thee | Q |
As in a Northern night one looks alway | I2 |
Unto the East for morn and spring a joy | J2 |
Thou seest then my aimless hopeless state | L |
And resting on some few old feelings won | K2 |
Back by thy beauty would'st that I essay | L2 |
The task which was to me what now thou art | L |
And why should I conceal one weakness more | Y |
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Thou wilt remember one warm morn when Winter | M2 |
Crept aged from the earth and Spring's first breath | N2 |
Blew soft from the moist hills the black thorn boughs | O2 |
So dark in the bare wood when glistening | F2 |
In the sunshine were white with coming buds | P2 |
Like the bright side of a sorrow and the banks | Q2 |
Had violets opening from sleep like eyes | B |
I walked with thee who knew not a deep shame | B2 |
Lurked beneath smiles and careless words which sought | L |
To hide it till they wandered and were mute | L |
As we stood listening on a sunny mound | L |
To the wind murmuring in the damp copse | B |
Like heavy breathings of some hidden thing | F2 |
Betrayed by sleep until the feeling rushed | L |
That I was low indeed yet not so low | R2 |
As to endure the calmness of thine eyes | B |
And so I told thee all while the cool breast | L |
I leaned on altered not its quiet beating | F2 |
And long ere words like a hurt bird's complaint | L |
Bade me look up and be what I had been | S2 |
I felt despair could never live by thee | Q |
Thou wilt remember thou art not more dear | E |
Than song was once to me and I ne'er sung | T2 |
But as one entering bright halls where all | U2 |
Will rise and shout for him Sure I must own | V2 |
That I am fallen having chosen gifts | B |
Distinct from theirs that I am sad and fain | P |
Would give up all to be but where I was | B |
Not high as I had been if faithful found | L |
But low and weak yet full of hope and sure | W2 |
Of goodness as of life that I would lust | L |
All this gay mastery of mind to sit | L |
Once more with them trusting in truth and love | J |
And with an aim not being what I am | X2 |
Oh Pauline I am ruined who believed | L |
That tho' my soul had floated from its sphere | E |
Of wide dominion into the dim orb | Y2 |
Of self that it was strong and free as ever | M2 |
It has conformed itself to that dim orb | Y2 |
Reflecting all its shades and shapes and now | Z2 |
Must stay where it alone can be adored | L |
I have felt this in dreams in dreams in which | A3 |
I seemed the fate from which I fled I felt | L |
A strange delight in causing my decay | L2 |
I was a fiend in darkness chained for ever | M2 |
Within some ocean cave and ages rolled | L |
Till thro' the cleft rock like a moonbeam came | B2 |
A white swan to remain with me and ages | B |
Rolled yet I tired not of my first joy | J2 |
In gazing on the peace of its pure wings | B |
And then I said It is most fair to me | Q |
Yet its soft wings must sure have suffered change | B3 |
From the thick darkness sure its eyes are dim | C3 |
Its silver pinions must be cramped and numbed | L |
With sleeping ages here it cannot leave me | Q |
For it would seem in light beside its kind | L |
Withered tho' here to me most beautiful | D3 |
And then I was a young witch whose blue eyes | B |
As she stood naked by the river springs | B |
Drew down a god I watched his radiant form | E3 |
Growing less radiant and it gladdened me | Q |
Till one morn as he sat in the sunshine | F3 |
Upon my knees singing to me of heaven | K2 |
He turned to look at me ere I could lose | B |
The grin with which I viewed his perishing | F2 |
And he shrieked and departed and sat long | G3 |
By his deserted throne but sunk at last | L |
Murmuring as I kissed his lips and curled | L |
Around him I am still a god to thee | Q |
Still I can lay my soul bare in its fall | U2 |
For all the wandering and all the weakness | B |
Will he a saddest comment on the song | G3 |
And if that done I can be young again | H3 |
I will give up all gained as willingly | Q |
As one gives up a charm which shuts him out | L |
From hope or part or care in human kind | L |
As life wanes all its cares and strife and toil | I3 |
Seem strangely valueless while the old trees | B |
Which grew by our youth's home the waving mass | B |
Of climbing plants heavy with bloom and dew | L |
The morning swallows with their songs like words | B |
All these seem clear and only worth our thoughts | B |
So aught connected with my early life | J3 |
My rude songs or my wild imaginings | B |
How I look on them most distinct amid | L |
The fever and the stir of after years | B |
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I ne'er had ventured e'en to hope for this | B |
Had not the glow I felt at His award | L |
Assured me all was not extinct within | S2 |
Him whom all honor whose renown springs up | K3 |
Like sunlight which will visit all the world | L |
So that e'en they who sneered at him at first | L |
Come out to it as some dark spider crawls | B |
From his foul nest which some lit torch invades | B |
Yet spinning still new films for his retreat | L |
Thou didst smile poet but can we forgive | L3 |
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Sun treader life and light be thine for ever | M2 |
Thou art gone from us years go by and spring | F2 |
Gladdens and the young earth is beautiful | D3 |
Yet thy songs come not other bards arise | B |
But none like thee they stand thy majesties | B |
Like mighty works which tell some Spirit there | M3 |
Hath sat regardless of neglect and scorn | N3 |
Till its long task completed it hath risen | K2 |
And left us never to return and all | U2 |
Rush in to peer and praise when all in vain | P |
The air seems bright with thy past presence yet | L |
But thou art still for me as thou hast been | S2 |
When I have stood with thee as on a throne | V2 |
With all thy dim creations gathered round | L |
Like mountains and I felt of mould like them | O3 |
And creatures of my own were mixed with them | O3 |
Like things half lived catching and giving life | J3 |
But thou art still for me who have adored | L |
Tho' single panting but to hear thy name | B2 |
Which I believed a spell to me alone | V2 |
Scarce deeming thou wert as a star to men | H3 |
As one should worship long a sacred spring | F2 |
Scarce worth a moth's flitting which long grasses cross | B |
And one small tree embowers droopingly | U2 |
Joying to see some wandering insect won | K2 |
To live in its few rushes or some locust | L |
To pasture on its boughs or some wild bird | L |
Stoop for its freshness from the trackless air | M3 |
And then should find it but the fountain head | L |
Long lost of some great river washing towns | B |
And towers and seeing old woods which will live | P3 |
But by its banks untrod of human foot | L |
Which when the great sun sinks lie quivering | F2 |
In light as some thing lieth half of life | J3 |
Before God's foot waiting a wondrous change | B3 |
Then girt with rocks which seek to turn or stay | L2 |
Its course in vain for it does ever spread | L |
Like a sea's arm as it goes rolling on | Q3 |
Being the pulse of some great country so | B |
Wert thou to me and art thou to the world | L |
And I perchance half feel a strange regret | L |
That I am not what I have been to thee | Q |
Like a girl one has loved long silently | Q |
In her first loveliness in some retreat | L |
When first emerged all gaze and glow to view | L |
Her fresh eyes and soft hair and lips which bleed | L |
Like a mountain berry Doubtless it is sweet | L |
To see her thus adored but there have been | S2 |
Moments when all the world was in his praise | B |
Sweeter than all the pride of after hours | B |
Yet Sun treader all hail from my heart's heart | L |
I bid thee hail e'en in my wildest dreams | B |
I am proud to feel I would have thrown up all | U2 |
The wreaths of fame which seemed o'er hanging me | Q |
To have seen thee for a moment as thou art | L |
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And if thou livest if thou lovest spirit | L |
Remember me who set this final seal | U2 |
To wandering thought that one so pure as thou | Z2 |
Could never die Remember me who flung | T2 |
All honor from my soul yet paused and said | L |
There is one spark of love remaining yet | L |
For I have nought in common with him shapes | B |
Which followed him avoid me and foul forms | B |
Seek me which ne'er could fasten on his mind | L |
And tho' I feel how low I am to him | C3 |
Yet I aim not even to catch a tone | V2 |
Of all the harmonies which he called up | K3 |
So one gleam still remains altho' the last | L |
Remember me who praise thee e'en with tears | B |
For never more shall I walk calm with thee | Q |
Thy sweet imaginings are as an air | M3 |
A melody some wond'rous singer sings | B |
Which though it haunt men oft in the still eve | R3 |
They dream not to essay yet it no less | B |
But more is honored I was thine in shame | B2 |
And now when all thy proud renown is out | L |
I am a watcher whose eyes have grown dim | C3 |
With looking for some star which breaks on him | C3 |
Altered and worn and weak and full of tears | B |
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Autumn has come like Spring returned to us | B |
Won from her girlishness like one returned | L |
A friend that was a lover nor forgets | B |
The first warm love but full of sober thoughts | B |
Of fading years whose soft mouth quivers yet | L |
With the old smile but yet so changed and still | U2 |
And here am I the scoffer who have probed | L |
Life's vanity won by a word again | H3 |
Into my old life for one little word | L |
Of this sweet friend who lives in loving me | Q |
Lives strangely on my thoughts and looks and words | B |
As fathoms down some nameless ocean thing | F2 |
Its silent course of quietness and joy | J2 |
O dearest if indeed I tell the past | L |
May'st thou forget it as a sad sick dream | S3 |
Or if it linger my lost soul too soon | T3 |
Sinks to itself and whispers we shall be | Q |
But closer linked two creatures whom the earth | U3 |
Bears singly with strange feelings unrevealed | L |
But to each other or two lonely things | B |
Created by some Power whose reign is done | K2 |
Having no part in God or his bright world | L |
I am to sing whilst ebbing day dies soft | L |
As a lean scholar dies worn o'er his book | V3 |
And in the heaven stars steal out one by one | K2 |
As hunted men steal to their mountain watch | W3 |
I must not think lest this new impulse die | L |
In which I trust I have no confidence | B |
So I will sing on fast as fancies come | X3 |
Rudely the verse being as the mood it paints | B |
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I strip my mind bare whose first elements | B |
I shall unveil not as they struggled forth | Y3 |
In infancy nor as they now exist | L |
That I am grown above them and can rule them | O3 |
But in that middle stage when they were full | U2 |
Yet ere I had disposed them to my will | U2 |
And then I shall show how these elements | B |
Produced my present state and what it is | B |
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I am made up of an intensest life | J3 |
Of a most clear idea of consciousness | B |
Of self distinct from all its qualities | B |
From all affections passions feelings powers | B |
And thus far it exists if tracked in all | U2 |
But linked in me to self supremacy | Q |
Existing as a centre to all things | B |
Most potent to create and rule and call | U2 |
Upon all things to minister to it | L |
And to a principle of restlessness | B |
Which would be all have see know taste feel all | U2 |
This is myself and I should thus have been | S2 |
Though gifted lower than the meanest soul | U2 |
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And of my powers one springs up to save | D2 |
From utter death a soul with such desires | B |
Confined to clay which is the only one | K2 |
Which marks me an imagination which | A3 |
Has been an angel to me coming not | L |
In fitful visions but beside me ever | M2 |
And never failing me so tho' my mind | L |
Forgets not not a shred of life forgets | B |
Yet I can take a secret pride in calling | F2 |
The dark past up to quell it regally | Q |
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A mind like this must dissipate itself | Z3 |
But I have always had one lode star now | Z2 |
As I look back I see that I have wasted | L |
Or progressed as I looked toward that star | O |
A need a trust a yearning after God | L |
A feeling I have analysed but late | L |
But it existed and was reconciled | L |
With a neglect of all I deemed His laws | B |
Which yet when seen in others I abhorred | L |
I felt as one beloved and so shut in | S2 |
From fear and thence I date my trust in signs | B |
And omens for I saw God everywhere | M3 |
And I can only lay it to the fruit | L |
Of a sad after time that I could doubt | L |
Even His being having always felt | L |
His presence never acting from myself | Z3 |
Still trusting in a hand that leads me through | L |
All dangers and this feeling still has fought | L |
Against my weakest reason and resolves | B |
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And I can love nothing and this dull truth | A2 |
Has come the last but sense supplies a love | J |
Encircling me and mingling with my life | J3 |
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These make myself for I have sought in vain | P |
To trace how they were formed by circumstance | B |
For I still find them turning my wild youth | A2 |
Where they alone displayed themselves converting | F2 |
All objects to their use now see their course | B |
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They came to me in my first dawn of life | J3 |
Which passed alone with wisest ancient books | B |
All halo girt with fancies of my own | V2 |
And I myself went with the tale a god | L |
Wandering after beauty or a giant | L |
Standing vast in the sunset an old hunter | M2 |
Talking with gods or a high crested chief | A4 |
Sailing with troops of friends to Tenedos | B |
I tell you nought has ever been so clear | E |
As the place the time the fashion of those lives | B |
I had not seen a work of lofty art | L |
Nor woman's beauty nor sweet nature's face | B |
Yet I say never morn broke clear as those | B |
On the dim clustered isles in the blue sea | B |
The deep groves and white temples and wet caves | B |
And nothing ever will surprise me now | Z2 |
Who stood beside the naked Swift footed | L |
Who bound my forehead with Proserpine's hair | M3 |
An' strange it is that I who could so dream | S3 |
Should e'er have stooped to aim at aught beneath | B4 |
Aught low or painful but I never doubted | L |
So as I grew I rudely shaped my life | J3 |
To my immediate wants yet strong beneath | B4 |
Was a vague sense of power folded up | K3 |
A sense that tho' those shadowy times were past | L |
Their spirit dwelt in me and I should rule | U2 |
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Then came a pause and long restraint chained down | C4 |
My soul till it was changed I lost myself | Z3 |
And were it not that I so loathe that time | D4 |
I could recall how first I learned to turn | H |
My mind against itself and the effects | B |
In deeds for which remorse were vain as for | Y |
The wanderings of delirious dream yet thence | B |
Came cunning envy falsehood which so long | G3 |
Have spotted me at length I was restored | L |
Yet long the influence remained and nought | L |
But the still life I led apart from all | U2 |
Which left my soul to seek its old delights | B |
Could e'er have brought me thus far back to peace | B |
As peace returned I sought out some pursuit | L |
And song rose no new impulse but the one | K2 |
With which all others best could be combined | L |
My life has not been that of those whose heaven | K2 |
Was lampless save where poesy shone out | L |
But as a clime where glittering mountain tops | B |
And glancing sea and forests steeped in light | L |
Give back reflected the far flashing sun | K2 |
For music which is earnest of a heaven | K2 |
Seeing we know emotions strange by it | L |
Not else to be revealed is as a voice | B |
A low voice calling Fancy as a friend | L |
To the green woods in the gay summer time | D4 |
And she fills all the way with dancing shapes | B |
Which have made painters pale and they go on | Q3 |
While stars look at them and winds call to them | O3 |
As they leave life's path for the twilight world | L |
Where the dead gather This was not at first | L |
For I scarce knew what I would do I had | L |
No wish to paint no yearning but I sang | E4 |
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And first I sang as I in dream have seen | D |
Music wait on a lyrist for some thought | L |
Yet singing to herself until it came | B2 |
I turned to those old times and scenes where all | U2 |
That's beautiful had birth for me and made | L |
Rude verses on them all and then I paused | L |
I had done nothing so I sought to know | B |
What mind had yet achieved No fear was mine | F3 |
As I gazed on the works of mighty bards | B |
In the first joy at finding my own thoughts | B |
Recorded and my powers exemplified | L |
And feeling their aspirings were my own | V2 |
And then I first explored passion and mind | L |
And I began afresh I rather sought | L |
To rival what I wondered at than form | E3 |
Creations of my own so much was light | L |
Lent back by others yet much was my own | V2 |
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I paused again a change was coming on | Q3 |
I was no more a boy the past was breaking | F2 |
Before the coming and like fever worked | L |
I first thought on myself and here my powers | B |
Burst out I dreamed not of restraint but gazed | L |
On all things schemes and systems went and came | B2 |
And I was proud being vainest of the weak | W |
In wandering o'er them to seek out some one | K2 |
To be my own as one should wander o'er | M2 |
The white way for a star | O |
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On one whom praise of mine would not offend | L |
Who was as calm as beauty being such | F4 |
Unto mankind as thou to me Pauline | D |
Believing in them and devoting all | U2 |
His soul's strength to their winning back to peace | B |
Who sent forth hopes and longings for their sake | H2 |
Clothed in all passion's melodies which first | L |
Caught me and set me as to a sweet task | G4 |
To gather every breathing of his songs | B |
And woven with them there were words which seemed | L |
A key to a new world the muttering | F2 |
Of angels of something unguessed by man | H4 |
How my heart beat as I went on and found | L |
Much there I felt my own mind had conceived | L |
But there living and burning soon the whole | U2 |
Of his conceptions dawned on me their praise | B |
Is in the tongues of men men's brows are high | L |
When his name means a triumph and a pride | L |
So my weak hands may well forbear to dim | C3 |
What then seemed my bright fate I threw myself | Z3 |
To meet it I was vowed to liberty | L |
Men were to be as gods and earth as heaven | K2 |
And I ah what a life was mine to be | L |
My whole soul rose to meet it Now Pauline | D |
I shall go mad if I recall that time | D4 |
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O let me look back e'er I leave for ever | M2 |
The time which was an hour that one waits | B |
For a fair girl that comes a withered hag | I4 |
And I was lonely far from woods and fields | B |
And amid dullest sights who should be loose | B |
As a stag yet I was full of joy who lived | L |
With Plato and who had the key to life | J3 |
And I had dimly shaped my first attempt | L |
And many a thought did I build up on thought | L |
As the wild bee hangs cell to cell in vain | P |
For I must still go on my mind rests not | L |
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'Twas in my plan to look on real life | J3 |
Which was all new to me my theories | B |
Were firm so I left them to look upon | Q3 |
Men and their cares and hopes and fears and joys | B |
And as I pondered on them all I sought | L |
How best life's end might be attained an end | L |
Comprising every joy I deeply mused | L |
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And suddenly without heart wreck I awoke | J4 |
As from a dream I said 'twas beautiful | U2 |
Yet but a dream and so adieu to it | L |
As some world wanderer sees in a far meadow | B |
Strange towers and walled gardens thick with trees | B |
Where singing goes on and delicious mirth | U3 |
And laughing fairy creatures peeping over | M2 |
And on the morrow when he comes to live | P3 |
For ever by those springs and trees fruit flushed | L |
And fairy bowers all his search is vain | P |
Well I remember | M2 |
First went my hopes of perfecting mankind | L |
And faith in them then freedom in itself | Z3 |
And virtue in itself and then my motives' ends | B |
And powers and loves and human love went last | L |
I felt this no decay because new powers | B |
Rose as old feelings left wit mockery | L |
And happiness for I had oft been sad | L |
Mistrusting my resolves but now I cast | L |
Hope joyously away I laughed and said | L |
No more of this I must not think at length | K4 |
I look'd again to see how all went on | Q3 |
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My powers were greater as some temple seemed | L |
My soul where nought is changed and incense rolls | B |
Around the altar only God is gone | L4 |
And some dark spirit sitteth in His seat | L |
So I passed through the temple and to me | L |
Knelt troops of shadows and they cried Hail king | F2 |
We serve thee now and thou shalt serve no more | Y |
Call on us prove us let us worship thee | L |
And I said Are ye strong let fancy bear me | L |
Far from the past And I was borne away | L2 |
As Arab birds float sleeping in the wind | L |
O'er deserts towers and forests I being calm | M4 |
And I said I have nursed up energies | B |
They will prey on me And a band knelt low | B |
And cried Lord we are here and we will make | H2 |
A way for thee in thine appointed life | J3 |
O look on us And I said Ye will worship | K3 |
Me but my heart must worship too They shouted | L |
Thyself thou art our king So I stood there | M3 |
Smiling | F2 |
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And buoyant and rejoicing was the spirit | L |
With which I looked out how to end my days | B |
I felt once more myself my powers were mine | F3 |
I found that youth or health so lifted me | L |
That spite of all life's vanity no grief | A4 |
Came nigh me I must ever be light hearted | L |
And that this feeling was the only veil | U2 |
Betwixt me and despair so if age came | B2 |
I should be as a wreck linked to a soul | U2 |
Yet fluttering or mind broken and aware | M3 |
Of my decay So a long summer morn | N3 |
Found me and e'er noon came I had resolved | L |
No age should come on me ere youth's hopes went | L |
For I would wear myself out like that morn | N3 |
Which wasted not a sunbeam every joy | J2 |
I would make mine and die and thus I sought | L |
To chain my spirit down which I had fed | L |
With thoughts of fame I said the troubled life | J3 |
Of genius seen so bright when working forth | Y3 |
Some trusted end seems sad when all in vain | P |
Most sad when men have parted with all joy | J2 |
For their wild fancy's sake which waited first | L |
As an obedient spirit when delight | L |
Came not with her alone but alters soon | T3 |
Coming darkened seldom hasting to depart | L |
Leaving a heavy darkness and warm tears | B |
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But I shall never lose her she will live | P3 |
Brighter for such seclusion I but catch | N4 |
A hue a glance of what I sing so pain | P |
Is linked with pleasure for I ne'er may tell | U2 |
The radiant sights which dazzle me but now | Z2 |
They shall be all my own and let them fade | L |
Untold others shall rise as fair as fast | L |
And when all's done the few dim gleams transferred | L |
For a new thought sprung up that it were well | U2 |
To leave all shadowy hopes and weave such lays | B |
As would encircle me with praise and love | J |
So I should not die utterly I should bring | F2 |
One branch from the gold forest like the night | L |
Of old tales witnessing I had been there | M3 |
And when all's done how vain seems e'en success | B |
And all the influence poets have o'er men | H3 |
'Tis a fine thing that one weak as myself | Z3 |
Should sit in his lone room knowing the words | B |
He utters in his solitude shall move | O4 |
Men like a swift wind that tho' he be forgotten | K2 |
Fair eyes shall glisten when his beauteous dreams | B |
Of love come true in happier frames than his | B |
Ay the still night brought thoughts like these but morn | N3 |
Came and the mockery again laughed out | L |
At hollow praises and smiles almost sneers | B |
And my soul's idol seemed to whisper me | L |
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To dwell with him and his unhonoured name | B2 |
And I well knew my spirit that would be | L |
First in the struggle and again would make | H2 |
All bow to it and I would sink again | H3 |
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And then know that this curse will come on us | B |
To see our idols perish we may wither | M2 |
Nor marvel we are clay but our low fate | L |
Should not extend them whom trustingly | U2 |
We sent before into Time's yawning gulf | P4 |
To face what e'er may lurk in darkness there | M3 |
To see the painter's glory pass and feel | U2 |
Sweet music move us not as once or worst | L |
To see decaying wits ere the frail body | L |
Decays Nought makes me trust in love so really | L |
As the delight of the contented lowness | B |
With which I gaze on souls I'd keep for ever | M2 |
In beauty I'd be sad to equal them | O3 |
I'd feed their fame e'en from my heart's best blood | L |
Withering unseen that they might flourish still | U2 |
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Pauline my sweet friend thou dost not forget | L |
How this mood swayed me when thou first wert mine | F3 |
When I had set myself to live this life | J3 |
Defying all opinion Ere thou camest | L |
I was most happy sweet for old delights | B |
Had come like birds again music my life | J3 |
I nourished more than ever and old lore | Y |
Loved for itself and all it shows the king | F2 |
Treading the purple calmly to his death | N2 |
While round him like the clouds of eve all dusk | Q4 |
The giant shades of fate silently flitting | F2 |
Pile the dim outline of the coming doom | R4 |
And him sitting alone in blood while friends | B |
Are hunting far in the sunshine and the boy | J2 |
With his white breast and brow and clustering curls | B |
Streaked with his mother's blood and striving hard | L |
To tell his story ere his reason goes | B |
And when I loved thee as I've loved so oft | L |
Thou lovedst me and I wondered and looked in | S2 |
My heart to find some feeling like such love | J |
Believing I was still what I had been | S2 |
And soon I found all faith had gone from me | L |
And the late glow of life changing like clouds | B |
'Twas not the morn blush widening into day | L |
But evening coloured by the dying sun | K2 |
While darkness is quick hastening I will tell | U2 |
Sly state as though 'twere none of mine despair | M3 |
Cannot come near me thus it is with me | L |
Souls alter not and mine must progress still | U2 |
And this I knew not when I flung away | L |
My youth's chief aims I ne'er supposed the | S4 |
Of what few I retained for no resource | B |
Awaits me now behold the change of all | U2 |
I cannot chain my soul it will not rest | L |
In its clay prison this most narrow sphere | E |
It has strange powers and feelings and desires | B |
Which I cannot account for nor explain | P |
But which I stifle not being bound to trust | L |
All feelings equally to hear all sides | B |
Yet I cannot indulge them and they live | P3 |
Referring to some state or life unknown | V2 |
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My selfishness is satiated not | L |
It wears me like a flame my hunger for | Y |
All pleasure howsoe'er minute is pain | P |
I envy how I envy him whose mind | L |
Turns with its energies to some one end | L |
To elevate a sect or a pursuit | L |
However mean so my still baffled hopes | B |
Seek out abstractions I would have but one | K2 |
Delight on earth so it were wholly mine | F3 |
One rapture all my soul could fill and this | B |
Wild feeling places me in dream afar | O |
In some wide country where the eye can see | L |
No end to the far hills and dales bestrewn | F3 |
With shining towers and dwellings I grow mad | L |
Well nigh to know not one abode but holds | B |
Some pleasure for my soul could grasp them all | U2 |
But must remain with this vile form I look | V3 |
With hope to age at last which quenching much | F4 |
May let me concentrate the sparks it spares | B |
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This restlessness of passion meets in me | L |
A craving after knowledge the sole proof | T4 |
Of a commanding will is in that power | M2 |
Repressed for I beheld it in its dawn | F3 |
That sleepless harpy with its budding wings | B |
And I considered whether I should yield | L |
All hopes and fears to live alone with it | L |
Finding a recompense in its wild eyes | B |
And when I found that I should perish so | B |
I bade its wild eyes close from me for ever | M2 |
And I am left alone with my delights | B |
So it lies in me a chained thing still ready | L |
To serve me if I loose its slightest bond | L |
I cannot but be proud of my bright slave | D2 |
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And thus I know this earth is not my sphere | E |
For I cannot so narrow me but that | L |
I still exceed it in their elements | B |
My love would pass my reason but since here | U4 |
Love must receive its object from this earth | U3 |
While reason will be chainless the few truths | B |
Caught from its wanderings have sufficed to quell | U2 |
All love below then what must be that love | J |
Which with the object it demands would quell | U2 |
Reason tho' it soared with the seraphim | L |
No what I feel may pass all human love | J |
Yet fall far short of what my love should be | L |
And yet I seem more warped in this than aught | L |
For here myself stands out more hideously | L |
I can forget myself in friendship fame | L |
Or liberty or love of mighty souls | B |
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But I begin to know what thing hate is | B |
To sicken and to quiver and grow white | L |
And I myself have furnished its first prey | L |
All my sad weaknesses this wavering will | U2 |
This selfishness this still decaying frame | L |
But I must never grieve while I can pass | B |
Far from such thoughts as now Andromeda | L |
And she is with me years roll I shall change | B3 |
But change can touch her not so beautiful | U2 |
With her dark eyes earnest and still and hair | M3 |
Lifted and spread by the salt sweeping breeze | B |
And one red beam all the storm leaves in heaven | F3 |
Resting upon her eyes and face and hair | M3 |
As she awaits the snake on the wet beach | V4 |
By the dark rock and the white wave just breaking | F2 |
At her feet quite naked and alone a thing | F2 |
You doubt not nor fear for secure that God | L |
Will come in thunder from the stars to save her | M2 |
Let it pass I will call another change | B3 |
I will be gifted with a wond'rous soul | U2 |
Yet sunk by error to men's sympathy | L |
And in the wane of life yet only so | B |
As to call up their fears and there shall come | L |
A time requiring youth's best energies | B |
And straight I fling age sorrow sickness off | W4 |
And I rise triumphing over my decay | L |
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And thus it is that I supply the chasm | L |
'Twixt what I am and all that I would be | L |
But then to know nothing to hope for nothing | F2 |
To seize on life's dull joys from a strange tear | M3 |
Lest being them all's lost and nought remains | B |
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There's some vile juggle with my reason here | U4 |
I feel I but explain to my own loss | B |
These impulses they live no less the same | L |
Liberty what though I despair my blood | L |
Rose not at a slave's name proudlier than now | F3 |
And sympathy obscured by sophistries | B |
Why have not I sought refuge in myself | Z3 |
But for the woes I saw and could not stay | L |
And love do I not love thee my Pauline | F3 |
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I cherish prejudice lest I be left | L |
Utterly loveless witness this belief | A4 |
In poets tho' sad change has come there too | L |
No more I leave myself to follow them | L |
Unconsciously I measure me by them | L |
Let me forget it and I cherish most | L |
My love of England how her name a word | L |
Of her's in a strange tongue makes my heart beat | L |
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Pauline I could do any thing not now | F3 |
All's fever but when calm shall come again | F3 |
I am prepared I have made life my own | F3 |
I would not be content with all the change | B3 |
One frame should feel but I have gone in thought | L |
Thro' all conjuncture I have lived all life | J3 |
When it is most alive where strangest fate | L |
New shapes it past surmise the tales of men | F3 |
Bit by some curse or in the grasp of doom | L |
Half visible and still increasing round | L |
Or crowning their wide being's general aim | L |
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These are wild fancies but I feel sweet friend | L |
As one breathing his weakness to the ear | U4 |
Of pitying angel dear as a winter flower | M2 |
A slight flower growing alone and offering | F2 |
Its frail cup of three leaves to the cold sun | F3 |
Yet and confiding like the triumph | X4 |
Of a child and why am I not worthy thee | L |
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I can live all the life of plants and gaze | B |
Drowsily on the bees that flit and play | L |
Or bare my breast for sunbeams which will kill | U2 |
Or open in the night of sounds to look | V3 |
For the dim stars I can mount with the bird | L |
Leaping airily his pyramid of leaves | B |
And twisted boughs of some tall mountain tree | L |
Or rise cheerfully springing to the heavens | B |
Or like a fish breathe in the morning air | M3 |
In the misty sun warm water or with flowers | B |
And trees can smile in light at the sinking sun | F3 |
Just as the storm comes as a girl would look | V3 |
On a departing lover most serene | F3 |
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Pauline come with me see how I could build | L |
A home for us out of the world in thought | L |
I am inspired come with me Pauline | F3 |
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Night and one single ridge of narrow path | Y4 |
Between the sullen river and the woods | B |
Waving and muttering for the moonless night | L |
Has shaped them into images of life | J3 |
Like the upraising of the giant ghosts | B |
Looking on earth to know how their sons fare | M3 |
Thou art so close by me the roughest swell | U2 |
Of wind in the tree tops hides not the panting | F2 |
Of thy soft breasts no we will pass to morning | F2 |
Morning the rocks and vallies and old woods | B |
How the sun brightens in the mist and here | U4 |
Half in the air like creatures of the place | B |
Trusting the element living on high boughs | B |
That swing in the wind look at the golden spray | L |
Flung from the foam sheet of the cataract | L |
Amid the broken rocks shall we stay here | U4 |
With the wild hawks no ere the hot noon come | L |
Dive we down safe see this our new retreat | L |
Walled in with a sloped mound of matted shrubs | B |
Dark tangled old and green still sloping down | F3 |
To a small pool whose waters lie asleep | Z4 |
Amid the trailing boughs turned water plants | B |
And tall trees over arch to keep us in | F3 |
Breaking the sunbeams into emerald shafts | B |
And in the dreamy water one small group | |
Of two or three strange trees are got together | M2 |
Wondering at all around as strange beasts herd | L |
Together far from their own land all wildness | B |
No turf nor moss for boughs and plants pave all | U2 |
And tongues of bank go shelving in the waters | B |
Where the pale throated snake reclines his head | L |
And old grey stones lie making eddies there | M3 |
The wild mice cross them dry shod deeper in | F3 |
Shut thy soft eyes now look still deeper in | F3 |
This is the very heart of the woods all round | L |
Mountain like heaped above us yet even here | U4 |
One pond of water gleams far off the river | M2 |
Sweeps like a sea barred out from land but one | F3 |
One thin clear sheet has over leaped and wound | L |
Into this silent depth which gained it lies | B |
Still as but let by sufferance the trees bend | L |
O'er it as wild men watch a sleeping girl | U2 |
And thro' their roots long creeping plants stretch out | L |
Their twined hair steeped and sparkling farther on | F3 |
Tall rushes and thick flag knots have combined | L |
To narrow it so at length a silver thread | L |
It winds all noiselessly thro' the deep wood | L |
Till thro' a cleft way thro' the moss and stone | F3 |
It joins its parent river with a shout | L |
Up for the glowing day leave the old woods | B |
See they part like a ruined arch the sky | L |
Nothing but sky appears so close the root | L |
And grass of the hill top level with the air | M3 |
Blue sunny air where a great cloud floats laden | F3 |
With light like a dead whale that white birds pick | |
Floating away in the sun in some north sea | L |
Air air fresh life blood thin and searching air | M3 |
The clear dear breath of God that loveth us | B |
Where small birds reel and winds take their delight | L |
Water is beautiful but not like air | M3 |
See where the solid azure waters lie | L |
Made as of thickened air and down below | B |
The fern ranks like a forest spread themselves | B |
As tho' each pore could feel the element | L |
Where the quick glancing serpent winds his way | L |
Float with me there Pauline but not like air | M3 |
Down the hill stop a clump of trees see set | L |
On a heap of rocks which look o'er the far plains | B |
And envious climbing shrubs would mount to rest | L |
And peer from their spread boughs There they wave looking | F2 |
At the muleteers who whistle as they go | B |
To the merry chime of their morning bells and all | U2 |
The little smoking cots and fields and banks | B |
And copses bright in the sun my spirit wanders | B |
Hedge rows for me still living hedge rows where | M3 |
The bushes close and clasp above and keep | Z4 |
Thought in I am concentrated I feel | U2 |
But my soul saddens when it looks beyond | L |
I cannot be immortal nor taste all | U2 |
O God where does this tend these straggling aims | B |
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What would I have what is this sleep which seems | B |
To bound all can there be a waking point | L |
Of crowning life The soul would never rule | U2 |
It would be first in all things it would have | |
Its utmost pleasure filled but that complete | L |
Commanding for commanding sickens it | L |
The last point that I can trace is rest beneath | B4 |
Some better essence than itself in weakness | B |
This is myself not what I think should be | L |
And what is that I hunger for but God | L |
My God my God let me for once look on thee | L |
As tho' nought else existed we alone | F3 |
And as creation crumbles my soul's spark | |
Expands till I can say Even from myself | Z3 |
I need thee and I feel thee and I love thee | L |
I do not plead my rapture in thy works | B |
For love of thee or that I feel as one | F3 |
Who cannot die but there is that in me | L |
Which turns to thee which loves or which should love | J |
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Why have I girt myself with this hell dress | B |
Why have I laboured to put out my life | J3 |
Is it not in my nature to adore | Y |
And e'en for all my reason do I not | L |
Feel him and thank him and pray to him Now | F3 |
Can I forego the trust that he loves me | L |
Do I not feel a love which only ONE | F3 |
O thou pale form so dimly seen deep eyed | L |
I have denied thee calmly do I not | L |
Pant when I read of thy consummate deeds | B |
And burn to see thy calm pure truths out flash | |
The brightest gleams of earth's philosophy | L |
Do I not shake to hear aught question thee | L |
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If I am erring save me madden me | L |
Take from me powers and pleasures let me die | L |
Ages so I see thee I am knit round | L |
As with a charm by sin and lust and pride | L |
Yet tho' my wandering dreams have seen all shapes | B |
Of strange delight oft have I stood by thee | L |
Have I been keeping lonely watch with thee | L |
In the damp night by weeping Olivet | L |
Or leaning on thy bosom proudly less | B |
Or dying with thee on the lonely cross | B |
Or witnessing thy bursting from the tomb | L |
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A mortal sin's familiar friend doth here | U4 |
Avow that he will give all earth's reward | L |
But to believe and humbly teach the faith | G2 |
In suffering and poverty and shame | L |
Only believing he is not unloved | L |
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And now my Pauline I am thine for ever | M2 |
I feel the spirit which has buoyed me up | K3 |
Deserting me and old shades gathering on | F3 |
Yet while its last light waits I would say much | F4 |
And chiefly I am glad that I have said | L |
That love which I have ever felt for thee | L |
But seldom told our hearts so beat together | M2 |
That speech is mockery but when dark hours come | L |
And I feel sad and thou sweet deem'st it strange | B3 |
A sorrow moves me thou canst not remove | O4 |
Look on this lay I dedicate to thee | L |
Which thro' thee I began and which I end | L |
Collecting the last gleams to strive to tell | U2 |
That I am thine and more than ever now | F3 |
That I am sinking fast yet tho' I sink | |
No less I feel that thou hast brought me bliss | B |
And that I still may hope to win it back | |
Thou know'st dear friend I could not think all calm | L |
For wild dreams followed me and bore me off | W4 |
And all was indistinct Ere one was caught | L |
Another glanced so dazzled by my wealth | |
Knowing not which to leave nor which to choose | B |
For all my thoughts so floated nought was fixed | L |
And then thou said'st a perfect bard was one | F3 |
Who shadowed out the stages of all life | J3 |
And so thou badest me tell this my first stage | |
'Tis done and even now I feel all dim the shift | L |
Of thought These are my last thoughts I discern | F3 |
Faintly immortal life and truth and good | L |
And why thou must be mine is that e'en now | F3 |
In the dim hush of night that I have done | F3 |
With fears and sad forebodings I look thro' | M2 |
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And say E'en at the last I have her still | U2 |
With her delicious eyes as clear as heaven | F3 |
When rain in a quick shower has beat down mist | L |
And clouds float white in the sun like broods of swans | B |
How the blood lies upon her cheek all spread | L |
As thinned by kisses only in her lips | B |
It wells and pulses like a living thing | F2 |
And her neck looks like marble misted o'er | M2 |
With love breath a dear thing to kiss and love | J |
Standing beneath me looking out to me | L |
As I might kill her and be loved for it | L |
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Love me love me Pauline love nought but me | L |
Leave me not All these words are wild and weak | W |
Believe them not Pauline I stooped so low | B |
But to behold thee purer by my side | L |
To show thou art my breath my life a last | L |
Resource an extreme want never believe | R3 |
Aught better could so look to thee nor seek | W |
Again the world of good thoughts left for me | L |
There were bright troops of undiscovered suns | B |
Each equal in their radiant course There were | M2 |
Clusters of far fair isles which ocean kept | L |
For his own joy and his waves broke on them | L |
Without a choice And there was a dim crowd | L |
Of visions each a part of the dim whole | U2 |
And a star left his peers and came with peace | B |
Upon a storm and all eyes pined for him | L |
And one isle harboured a sea beaten ship | R |
And the crew wandered in its bowers and plucked | L |
Its fruits and gave up all their hopes for home | L |
And one dream came to a pale poet's sleep | Z4 |
And he said I am singled out by God | L |
No sin must touch me I am very weak | W |
But what I would express is Leave me not | L |
Still sit by me with beating breast and hair | M2 |
Loosened watching earnest by my side | L |
Turning my books or kissing me when I | L |
Look up like summer wind Be still to me | L |
A key to music's mystery when mind fails | B |
A reason a solution and a clue | L |
You see I have thrown off my prescribed rules | B |
I hope in myself and hope and pant and love | J |
You'll find me better know me more than when | F3 |
You loved me as I was Smile not I have | |
Much yet to gladden you to dawn on you | L |
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No more of the past I'll look within no more | M2 |
I have too trusted to my own wild wants | B |
Too trusted to myself to intuition | F3 |
Draining the wine alone in the still night | L |
And seeing how as gathering films arose | B |
As by an inspiration life seemed bare | M2 |
And grinning in its vanity and ends | B |
Hard to be dreamed of stared at me as fixed | L |
And others suddenly became all foul | U2 |
As a fair witch turned an old hag at night | L |
No more of this we will go hand in hand | L |
I will go with thee even as a child | L |
Looking no further than thy sweet commands | B |
And thou hast chosen where this life shall be | L |
The land which gave me thee shall be our home | L |
Where nature lies all wild amid her lakes | B |
And snow swathed mountains and vast pines all girt | L |
With ropes of snow where nature lies all bare | M2 |
Suffering none to view her but a race | B |
Most stinted and deformed like the mute dwarfs | B |
Which wait upon a naked Indian queen | F3 |
And there the time being when the heavens are thick | |
With storms I'll sit with thee while thou dost sing | F2 |
Thy native songs gay as a desert bird | L |
Who crieth as he flies for perfect joy | J2 |
Or telling me old stories of dead knights | B |
Or I will read old lays to thee how she | L |
The fair pale sister went to her chill grave | D2 |
With power to love and to be loved and live | P3 |
Or will go together like twin gods | B |
Of the infernal world with scented lamp | |
Over the dead to call and to awake | H2 |
Over the unshaped images which lie | L |
Within my mind's cave only leaving all | U2 |
That tells of the past doubts So when spring comes | B |
And sunshine comes again like an old smile | U2 |
And the fresh waters and awakened birds | B |
And budding woods await us I shall be | L |
Prepared and we will go and think again | F3 |
And all old loves shall come to us but changed | L |
As some sweet thought which harsh words veiled before | M2 |
Feeling God loves us and that all that errs | B |
Is a strange dream which death will dissipate | L |
And then when I am firm we'll seek again | F3 |
My own land and again I will approach | |
My old designs and calmly look on all | U2 |
The works of my past weakness as one views | B |
Some scene where danger met him long before | M2 |
Ah that such pleasant life should be but dreamed | L |
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But whate'er come of it and tho' it fade | L |
And tho' ere the cold morning all be gone | F3 |
As it will be tho' music wait for me | L |
And fair eyes and bright wine laughing like sin | F3 |
Which steals back softly on a soul half saved | L |
And I be first to deny all and despise | B |
This verse and these intents which seem so fair | M2 |
Still this is all my own this moment's pride | L |
No less I make an end in perfect joy | J2 |
E'en in my brightest time a lurking fear | M2 |
Possessed me I well knew my weak resolves | B |
I felt the witchery that makes mind sleep | Z4 |
Over its treasures as one half afraid | L |
To make his riches definite but now | F3 |
These feelings shall not utterly be lost | L |
I shall not know again that nameless care | M2 |
Lest leaving all undone in youth some new | L |
And undreamed end reveal itself too late | L |
For this song shall remain to tell for ever | M2 |
That when I lost all hope of such a change | B3 |
Suddenly Beauty rose on me again | F3 |
No less I make an end in perfect joy | J2 |
For I having thus again been visited | L |
Shall doubt not many another bliss awaits | B |
And tho' this weak soul sink and darkness come | L |
Some little word shall light it up again | F3 |
And I shall see all clearer and love better | M2 |
I shall again go o'er the tracts of thought | L |
As one who has a right and I shall live | P3 |
With poets calmer purer still each time | L |
And beauteous shapes will come to me again | F3 |
And unknown secrets will be trusted me | L |
Which were not mine when wavering but now | F3 |
I shall be priest and lover as of old | L |
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Sun treader I believe in God and truth | A2 |
And love and as one just escaped from death | N2 |
Would bind himself in bands of friends to feel | U2 |
He lives indeed so I would lean on thee | L |
Thou must be ever with me most in gloom | L |
When such shall come but chiefly when I die | L |
For I seem dying as one going in the dark | |
To fight a giant and live thou for ever | M2 |
And be to all what thou hast been to me | L |
All in whom this wakes pleasant thoughts of me | L |
Know my last state is happy free from doubt | L |
Or touch of fear Love me and wish me well | U2 |
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RICHMOND | L |
October | M2 |
Robert Browning
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