My Friend
My friend must be a bird
Because he flies.
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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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Wind and Window Flower
Lovers, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
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The Rose in the Deeps of his Heart
All things uncomely and broken,
all things worn-out and old,
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The Ragged Wood
O, hurry, where by water, among the trees,
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,
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Lodged
The rain to the wind said,
"You push and I'll pelt."
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A Birthday
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose heart is in a watered shoot.
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I Gave Myself To Him
I gave myself to him
And took himself for pay.
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The Sorrow of Love
The quarrel of the sparrow in the eaves,
The full round moon and the star-laden sky,
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Attend the fragrant-blossomed Muses' lovely gifts.
Enjoy, girls, and dance to the clear melodious lyre.
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