If you late go, or make me prey
Not even I, blame you lingering;
In silence of vainness, and I say,
'O, both of us are faint in pride, nay? '
...
I would see a girl sit on her terrace
And I would wander by, everyday
And thought to meet her, face to face.
Days after days passedby, yet I couldn't say-
...
The days were jocund, now gone;
Although we may'st be happy more in that array,
Twelve years of merry life now atone
Our minds, to be on Spring's spray.
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Mother, I'll make for thee a hut, a nest of peace,
Where only the happiness will be dominating
Where everyone will be affectionate to others
Where no mists of doubt will be densified
...
'Whose mistresses these are? ', I farewell to it
As they cheat so well, - in Eastern pride or vanity;
So far they can travell the ways when all eat
Some dishes, but one done to make someone pity?
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In a snowy evening
I was wandering in a wood
When gloomy were all human being
And surrounding were in darkling mood.
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Come in silence to me
Not as afflicting one
But as the queen of my heart
To stay live-long in my mind.
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Shivering coolness all around
My village, my native land
Under the December; whisper's sound
Of the humankind, attended in band
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You may wipe my name out
From your heart, or feign-
Not to be mine, but be other's;
Yet I'll not blame, nor claim!
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A little boy,
Never enamoured with the toy
To his mother 'oft exposed a desire
Of sailing on the sea so dire.
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