She Tells Her Love
She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
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Alms
My heart is what it was before,
A house where people come and go
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Maybe
Maybe he believes me, maybe not.
Maybe I can marry him, maybe not.
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To Mary
I sleep with thee and wake with thee
And yet thou art not there;
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Beauty and Love
Beauty and love are all my dream;
They change not with the changing day;
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Sonnets from the Portuguese, XIII
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
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My Friend
My friend must be a bird
Because he flies.
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Under the Harvest Moon
Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
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The Hour Glass
Consider this small dust, here in the glass,
By atoms moved:
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Annabel Lee
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
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