Hyacinth
I am in love with him
To whom a hyacinth is dearer
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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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The Garden of Love
I went to the Garden of Love.
And saw what I never had seen:
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Untitled
There are little traits that keep me bound...
I think of nothing else save the bright face of my lady-
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The Grave
The grave my little cottage is,
Where, keeping house for thee,
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Maybe
Maybe he believes me, maybe not.
Maybe I can marry him, maybe not.
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Wild Nights
Wild nights. Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
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Love Not Me
Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,
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She Tells Her Love
She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
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Ebb
I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
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