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![]() The fire that stirs about her, when she stirs, Burns but more clearly. |
![]() There is nobody wise enough To find out all that is in it. |
![]() When ever I remake a song, Should know what issue is at stake: It is myself that I remake. |
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![]() Or must suffer, if he woos A proud woman not kindred of his soul. |
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![]() It is enough, I know what fixed the station Of star and cloud. And knowing all, I cry. . . . |
![]() They find there what they planted and what dug, A Lake of Spaces, and a Wood of Nothing, And wander there and drift, and never cease Wailing for substance. |
![]() Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun; Now I may wither into the truth. |