Bare to Maunder

I said unto her all that I said - but not what I - meant;

I rustled her lillies commonly, and never spoke

Plainly to her, but hid up everything up unto

Her

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And it was all dreamt away -

My struggling inflects,

My consider of the lillies,

Without the robust humour, and the loving

Personality, I - lived day by day, grafting

It, what I would say,

Audible on high,

If I had the colour to flag in

Bravery

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My atoning on my shoulders, once exceeding-

Ly sore, I could have, said unto her all - all

Wherefore, that which could have been done

In time, to drop before her, and

Stand in knowing, soul in heart.

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That, behold! - Her; my flesh and bone-

An abridgement of my sorrows, shook my words

To the sky, publishing; "How could I remiss This?"

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Flash and forgotten, chance - spread upon the face of my mind

With soulbound bitterness and ungrateful looks

Rotted in my mast.

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I dreamt I knelt by my tear-waxed minister of sleep, and Her

Being the doves pursuing my clouds, I was ungrateful -

And yet, I dote on my clefting splint, bled of any contrite adoration to-

Day!

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Expelling darkness! I loved her enough to

Cut me down, leaving only the small stumps!

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I will flourish from the days of darkness,

But never turn my heart aside for another

Snivelling without flesh, with sleep lingering by.