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His guardian sea-god to commemorate,

Their doubt and dread, and blindly to forsake

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This mutual kiss drop down between us both

To look through and behind this mask of me

Upon the event with marble. Could it mean

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The dim and weary witness of lifes race,

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As an unowned thing, once the lips being cold.

Sorrow and sorrow? Nay, I rather thrilled,

Should set a sculptured porpoise, gills a-snort

Their doubt and dread, and blindly to forsake

Because thou hast the power and ownst the grace

A finger even. And, though I have grown serene

Of all that strong divineness which I know

The onward path, and feared to overlean

Nor all of which makes me tired of all, self-viewed,--

When we met first and loved, I did not build

The first, and sought the forehead, and half missed,

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With their rains), and behold my souls true face,

Slow to world-greetings, quick with its "Oh, list,"

The third upon my lips was folded down

In perfect, purple state; since when, indeed,

Half falling on the hair. O beyond meed !

Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make,

Lest these enclasped hands should never hold,

Slow to world-greetings, quick with its Oh, list,

I have been proud and said, "My love, my own."

Should set a sculptured porpoise, gills a-snort

With sanctifying sweetness, did precede.

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Through that same souls distracting lethargy,

Half falling on the hair. O beyond meed!

This mutual kiss drop down between us both

Must lose one joy, by his lifes star foretold.

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