The Rose of Sharon
I am the rose of Sharon,
and the lily of the valleys.
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To Earthward
Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
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There is a Lady Sweet and Kind
There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never a face so pleased my mind;
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Bereft
Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?
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The Heart Asks
The heart asks pleasure first
And then, excuse from pain;
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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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I Lost A World
I lost a world the other day.
Has anybody found?
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Music, When Soft Voices Die
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory --
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Who Ever Felt as I
Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
My fingers ache, my lips are dry.
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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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