My River
My river runs to thee.
Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me?
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To lose Thee
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain
All other hearts I knew.
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My Love Is Like to Ice
My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How come it then that this her cold is so great
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She Walks In Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
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Music, When Soft Voices Die
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory --
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Reluctance
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
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The Hour Glass
Consider this small dust, here in the glass,
By atoms moved:
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Why Is The Rose So Pale
Oh Dearest, canst thou tell me why
The Rose should be so pale?
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What If I Say
What if I say I shall not wait!
What if I burst the fleshly Gate-
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Lodged
The rain to the wind said,
"You push and I'll pelt."
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