Music, When Soft Voices Die
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory --
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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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She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
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Love
So, the year's done with
( Love me forever! )
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To One in Paradise
Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which my soul did pine--
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My River
My river runs to thee.
Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me?
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A Book of Verse
A book of verse, underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thou
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If I May Have It
If I may have it when it’s dead
I will contented be;
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Never Blows So Red
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The rose as where some buried Caesar bled.
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A Magic Moment I Remember
A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there.
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