Who Ever Felt as I
Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
My fingers ache, my lips are dry.
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Love Not Me
Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,
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Rose Aylmer
Ah, what avails the sceptred race;
Ah, what the form divine.
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To Earthward
Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
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My Pretty Rose Tree
A flower was offered to me:
Such a flower as May never bore.
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Hope is a Thing With Feathers
Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
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My River
My river runs to thee.
Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me?
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I Have No Life But This
I have no life but this,
To lead it here;
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Maybe
Maybe he believes me, maybe not.
Maybe I can marry him, maybe not.
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Ah, My Beloved
Ah, my beloved, fill the cup that clears
Today of past regrets and future fears;
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