It was Lilith the wife of Adam:
(Sing Eden Bower!)
Not a drop of her blood was human,
But she was made like a soft sweet woman.
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OF her I thought who now is gone so far:
And, the thought passing over, to fall thence
Was like a fall from spirit into sense
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These coins that jostle on my hand do own
No single image: each name here and date
Denoting in man's consciousness and state
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O Lord of all compassionate control,
O Love! let this my lady's picture glow
Under my hand to praise her name, and show
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Not I myself know all my love for thee:
How should I reach so far, who cannot weigh
To-morrow's dower by gage of yesterday?
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Some ladies love the jewels in Love's zone,
And gold-tipped darts he hath for painless play
In idle scornful hours he flings away;
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LUNGI è la luce che in sù questo muro
Rifrange appena, un breve istante scorta
Del rio palazzo alla soprana porta.
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Great Michelangelo, with age grown bleak
And uttermost labours, having once o'ersaid
All grievous memories on his long life shed,
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Two separate divided silences,
Which, brought together, would find loving voice;
Two glances which together would rejoice
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The hour which might have been yet might not be,
Which man's and woman's heart conceived and bore
Yet whereof life was barren,—on what shore
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