quadgram

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quadgram	frequency
when my dreams come	26
my dreams come true	26
where shall we land	23
to hear her sing	22
touches of her hands	20
old sweetheart of mine	19
from the arabic of	19
bride that is to	18
when lide married him	18
he called her in	18
the touches of her	18
that is to be	18
from the chinese of	16
my bride that is	14
called her in from	12
in wait for me	12
leaves in wait for	12
the leaves in wait	12
in the leaves in	12
when age comes on	12
and shut the door	12
in from me and	10
her in from me	10
do they miss me	10
from me and shut	10
touch me with your	10
and age comes on	10
the love of the	10
her face and brow	10
me and shut the	10
from the japanese of	10
me with your hands	10
it is to hear	10
that old sweetheart of	10
i have seen a	9
wilt thou leave me	8
beauty with the flame	8
they miss me at	8
passing of a heart	8
with the flame shawl	8
hid in the leaves	8
is to hear the	8
the sermon of the	8
thou leave me thus	8
and hid in the	8
sermon of the rose	8
when she comes home	8
and wilt thou leave	8
do not repulse me	8
miss me at home	8
the world is fainting	7
arabic of john duncan	7
the son of the	7
an old sweetheart of	7
the rao of ilore	7
the arabic of john	7
the scent of the	7
you do not want	7
son of the khan	7
of her beautiful eyes	6
small proud face brimming	6
at all to say	6
from the hindustani of	6
will weep at last	6
i saw your face	6
idol of rose ivory	6
of the son of	6
me back my heart	6
you will weep at	6
have seen a small	6
a small proud face	6
love of the son	6
year and the new	6
song of long ago	6
proud face brimming with	6
has put on her	6
old year and the	6
and you will weep	6
what care i how	6
come in haste this	6
in haste this dusk	6
last night and this	6
seen a small proud	6
the passing of a	6
do not want me	6
a very youthful affair	6
breathing idol of rose	6
she has put on	6
the lover to his	6
face brimming with sunlight	6
from the persian of	5
i do love thee	5
on her green robe	5
veil of the love	5
the veil of the	5
idol has come to	5
it seems to me	5
with so great a	5
has come to me	5
and your hair is	5
my idol has come	5
of the love of	5
your hair is a	5
the table of contents	5
of muhammad din tilai	5
put on her green	5
o let her come	4
send me back my	4
tufts imbedded each in	4
the old year end	4
o her beautiful eyes	4
hands are like the	4
your mind is light	4
lived a cross old	4
light my pipe in	4
song do they miss	4
when i should be	4
age comes on when	4
imbedded each in each	4
i change that note	4
would she were mine	4
our worn eyes are	4
a sister of the	4
and all her sisters	4
the japanese of the	4
the voices of my	4
the chinese of chang	4
fain would i change	4
that lifted the veil	4
and be my love	4
a dark and eerie	4
but the host went	4
old bachelor fer thirty	4
her eyes are amber	4
the chinese of j	4
went by with averted	4
love and i must	4
i could not do	4
would i change that	4
and the light of	4
the clear breeze that	4
come live with me	4
a little girl that	4
one sweet drop more	4
find out the way	4
of her hands are	4
voices of my children	4
host went by with	4
parents dead and gone	4
her parents dead and	4
i shall not care	4
lost for new love	4
my love and i	4
choti tinchaurya syani hogayi	4
love will find out	4
i have fallen before	4
help me to seek	4
cross old bachelor fer	4
lips of love and	4
and come to me	4
you said to me	4
a song of long	4
i saw the old	4
from shore to shore	4
she first came to	4
this is the holy	4
first i kissed her	4
from lady clitheroe to	4
my fair bride that	4
when thy beauty appears	4
how could i know	4
lide married him when	4
wife is standing there	4
the eyes of the	4
dark and eerie child	4
o lad and lass	4
first came to me	4
take those lips away	4
i he called her	4
clear breeze that lifted	4
fair bride that is	4
first i saw your	4
is the holy hour	4
lifted the veil of	4
since first i saw	4
not do quite all	4
o touch me with	4
will find out the	4
soon lost for new	4
eyes of the rao	4
the old year and	4
by with averted eye	4
the holy hour when	4
could not do quite	4
love nights of laos	4
the shadow of the	4
words do they miss	4
has she forgotten me	4
and i must part	4
o gleam and gloom	4
fallen before your door	4
so i got to	4
when first i kissed	4
to you and me	4
my wife is standing	4
i look at the	4
her hands are like	4
in spite of all	4
both her parents dead	4
of the rao of	4
on a ground of	4
loves a rosy cheek	4
how i hate the	4
have fallen before your	4
lover to his lass	4
love hath my heart	4
a cross old bachelor	4
and i have his	4
i smile at love	4
as sweet as the	4
he that loves a	4
to me that i	4
my pipe in silence	4
breeze that lifted the	4
the host went by	4
the lark now leaves	4
worn eyes are wet	4
the love nights of	4
love is a sickness	4
that loves a rosy	4
saw the old year	4
the splendour of our	3
heart has never tired	3
the covert of the	3
as my sweet sweeting	3
find out his way	3
the buds of fire	3
that use men thus	3
ripe themselves do cry	3
the lamp is lit	3
the girl of ke	3
the heaven of heavens	3
is the season of	3
sat in the corner	3
khristna and his flute	3
your great and gracious	3
far away in the	3
sit down on the	3
dedicate to your tears	3
your ring is frosted	3
the fountain sang and	3
ring is frosted with	3
the silence of the	3
on the faces of	3
bright garden is health	3
the sunlight on the	3
nothing else to do	3
on the breast of	3
that thou wouldst go	3
scented the clear breeze	3
how long shall i	3
am in love with	3
deep in the night	3
in the depths of	3
queen of second troy	3
if she be not	3
me that i had	3
the beauty of the	3
unforgotten and only lover	3
we were two green	3
one to the other	3
in the valley of	3
when the lamp is	3
never was in love	3
these eyes of mine	3
is frosted with rubies	3
from you to me	3
before me in the	3
splendour of our joy	3
and stuart love songs	3
did god use a	3
mary sat in the	3
if we could one	3
are your tears so	3
has never tired of	3
could i know that	3
for we live all	3
the victories of love	3
but what if i	3
i am not yours	3
with nothing else to	3
when i am dead	3
holy hour when the	3
thibet the love of	3
the persian of abu	3
we could one day	3
give me back my	3
i dedicate to your	3
of the love nights	3
the flowers and the	3
the wistaria is faded	3
your gold rings and	3
know that thou wouldst	3
the first time i	3
in all the world	3
tudor and stuart love	3
and your face is	3
song of the love	3
how i do love	3
scent of the plum	3
if aught in thy	3
garden of bright waters	3
of fire that scented	3
and the lips of	3
her beautiful eyes her	3
the days of the	3
although autumn this evening	3
the touches of my	3
there be no delay	3
asked me where the	3
the heart of stone	3
fire that scented the	3
upon the sandal pyre	3
thy heart incline to	3
touches of my fingers	3
love of the archer	3
were two green rushes	3
i am in love	3
and this is love	3
woman made for man	3
the passionate shepherd to	3
of the archer prince	3
o beauteous queen of	3
great and gracious ways	3
the sunshine and the	3
home at night when	3
aught in thy heart	3
why are your tears	3
shepherd to his love	3
such a female franzy	3
rings and your amber	3
and the hawthorn dead	3
down to the river	3
from so ungrateful fancy	3
fountain sang and sang	3
used to know when	3
i call her dream	3
there is a garden	3
what if we could	3
with all my heart	3
dwelling of abla in	3
our bright garden is	3
passionate shepherd to his	3
in a chorus of	3
buds of fire that	3
never tired of you	3
in the garden of	3
and be thy love	3
and woman made for	3
i did not know	3
and my hair is	3
at the fall of	3
cupid and my campaspe	3
the starlight and the	3
from jane to mrs	3
see you have dancers	3
the light of the	3
wistaria is faded and	3
lark now leaves his	3
in the table of	3
from them that use	3
o the splendour of	3
gold rings and your	3
love the whole day	3
i never was in	3
the garden of bright	3
i know that thou	3
i know not what	3
in thy heart incline	3
i seem to see	3
that scented the clear	3
let there be no	3
during the reign of	3
them that use men	3
i would not have	3
hour when the lamp	3
with averted eye and	3
faded and the hawthorn	3
here on earth the	3
is faded and the	3
and that i am	3
the clocks of death	3
to look upon her	3
i called her dream	3
the chinese of wang	3
i asked my love	3
my hair is a	3
the whole day long	3
and your amber rings	3
treasure the touches of	3
with the weight of	3
from such a female	3
my heart has never	3
to me in the	3
beauteous queen of second	3
garden is health itself	3
and bright ere thus	2
of the deep have	2
broken by a step	2
dreams come true i	2
even glad and merry	2
hushed the while i	2
their faces as though	2
to clothe him with	2
was a smoother one	2
gone and married off	2
heart of gloom blossomed	2
the morn shifts the	2
they backward tipped my	2
loom up so mistily	2
an passing of a	2
looms something more than	2
by the wayside of	2
and every day i	2
year i came again	2
harsher the voice came	2
such as rapture sings	2
a child i hide	2
the azure as an	2
i heard no rippling	2
when my cheeks were	2
hair the beauty of	2
dream the past will	2
the soft touch of	2
or grassy lane our	2
and climbs so high	2
winds of the deep	2
may never fare again	2
of warmth our nature	2
how true and strong	2
that wavers on a	2
face of a loyal	2
voice nor fall of	2
brown and mary married	2
my lips and drank	2
with me and love	2
the depths of the	2
and so i reach	2
that all her sisters	2
a purple stain of	2
as i was tired	2
and fleeting as the	2
than it was to	2
drip and blur of	2
my path of dust	2
delight to some lorn	2
their lying lips could	2
sweet smile of it	2
the notes of nightingales	2
my eyes to the	2
fine snow with its	2
the lids of weary	2
that he could do	2
the rose blooms and	2
draw a veil aside	2
was the dazzling shine	2
her reveries to mate	2
still bright and blooming	2
her come like this	2
look of longing seems	2
may see my bride	2
grasses as the sun	2
did she clip for	2
were true that a	2
passion of a lover	2
thinks of fangs and	2
this fair girl suddenly	2
while all the world	2
signed with a teardrop	2
carven in on a	2
glowing there her very	2
the ears on either	2
more than beauty blooms	2
affliction she was sich	2
to dicker fer some	2
reign of henry the	2
crisp and raspish flutterings	2
bloom on a withered	2
fate of all a	2
and i thrill beneath	2
longing seems to swim	2
to his forsaken mistress	2
about the same complected	2
sunset down the lane	2
and the door is	2
how poor we seem	2
it is not for	2
in a yellow frame	2
loved me touched me	2
a charm to spice	2
space and the stars	2
upon whose brow the	2
her not to do	2
rose blooms and the	2
do the meanest sheaf	2
in the old embrace	2
a secret dream of	2
heart that fades and	2
and blur of robin	2
grief and the sleeve	2
more we enjoy it	2
was a beauty that	2
wundern what she done	2
pleasures we have known	2
backward tipped my yearning	2
lane our feet may	2
of their favorite saint	2
falls so softly down	2
with keener thorns of	2
him and married him	2
you look lots like	2
not see what a	2
birds of spring in	2
not love by day	2
the waving trees with	2
trees with the drowsy	2
high as heaven above	2
i murmured as before	2
and coaxing mother to	2
of saying this is	2
that ye vanish aye	2
your kiss shot back	2
here below that they	2
sweets must needs be	2
the very blossoms she	2
loitered down the lane	2
as the vine grew	2
will find out his	2
all dead and gone	2
blossoming to hear her	2
that i had a	2
seem like you was	2
the shadows are lost	2
light of the laughing	2
anchor in the harbor	2
the eyes that once	2
may stain her sandal	2
pulse of dying fay	2
a heart that fades	2
to walk along the	2
color to the wine	2
the mirth and the	2
his horny palm to	2
the dusky path before	2
for i find an	2
forever drifting dawnward in	2
hearthstone i may hear	2
pervide fer mother and	2
ketched onto yer dress	2
we used to be	2
sown in under there	2
sweet as the masters	2
mother was a kitchen	2
sang in a minor	2
a strong man bowed	2
had an idy what	2
lover look at her	2
a pallid swoon of	2
anything but longings left	2
sails of purest snow	2
her soft eyes and	2
it is sent to	2
or turn of any	2
a dime er dollar	2
not enough to shake	2
prayer illileo judith last	2
cast her anchor in	2
with its sparkling grains	2
grasses there beside her	2
that the lofty leaves	2
sit near me on	2
the wondering cattle stared	2
dream the old dreams	2
ever you come of	2
live one day asunder	2
years we yet must	2
with the birds and	2
from such a fate	2
the loud and frequent	2
it i could make	2
heart o touch me	2
stars that shift aboon	2
trickle through in sprays	2
though to your conquering	2
a vow to love	2
they loitered down the	2
that they may grieve	2
azure overhead blooms like	2
old scent of the	2
how it happened ike	2
that harsh cry ringing	2
of pride that looms	2
as summer skies or	2
in gloom my journey	2
myself mistakened when i	2
is to be my	2
teardrop for a name	2
or the summer of	2
not care to break	2
clear in highest sphere	2
longings left when age	2
two seconds and a	2
walk along the toilsome	2
flossy ravelings of gold	2
just drifting on together	2
singer at your gilded	2
clip for me out	2
the singer at your	2
and in my heart	2
songs we used to	2
floods neck and shoulder	2
defer humbly its bated	2
yet did thrill you	2
are lame and broken	2
youth most fair went	2
when in infancy i	2
in our infirmity of	2
i went wandering alone	2
looked on it and	2
arms clutch now this	2
broken hearts are hard	2
stabs my sight with	2
i was so heavy	2
in the guise of	2
as she was my	2
of her own mother	2
her bright hair with	2
the fervour of the	2
features lay the dear	2
into my grave nor	2
a glory glanced down	2
so and are so	2
now the moon hangs	2
more for me or	2
and all the honeyed	2
like fruit upon the	2
for my rose laughed	2
all her sisters married	2
gift of the body	2
am free of love	2
live together in a	2
pretend in the jolly	2
voice broke upon our	2
and he did paint	2
me till i sleep	2
only sung here below	2
fer they all died	2
souls are cramped with	2
we wad feign the	2
for some sweet haven	2
and drone of bees	2
they warned her not	2
the path from those	2
taunting night that flings	2
to hint of the	2
which fate of all	2
to have loved and	2
caress that made our	2
light that made them	2
so i bids good	2
should be her lover	2
whose love kissed the	2
tel i ast her	2
sunbonnet and the little	2
her shielding hand and	2
shadow of a willow	2
the rose it tossed	2
answered me with silence	2
hath never need of	2
me or mine shall	2
and i am tired	2
the blossoms gone from	2
that song do they	2
will claim as mine	2
on my gradual sight	2
the jolly life we	2
old used to paint	2
beamed on it through	2
carved the name for	2
footsteps in the green	2
her eyes of bloomy	2
moon shoulder glimpsed from	2
thou truth the clearer	2
a haze of sullen	2
nor saw how mean	2
young and kindly spring	2
and from the covert	2
reveries to mate her	2
and only let the	2
sun doth parch the	2
from her reveries to	2
a wall in spring	2
and crumbles as the	2
the moon is golden	2
jumps aboard the train	2
it to me laughingly	2
were many voices cheering	2
wayside of the present	2
groves on blooming sprays	2
to be will hide	2
and stripped away the	2
and i stood dazed	2
have always loved thee	2
put up her dainty	2
bated life to her	2
two lines shall tell	2
days of fresh and	2
in memory of days	2
in the fields beside	2
in an endless fit	2
the touch be rough	2
ill deserve the place	2
and fly as two	2
how i hate your	2
of my glad harp	2
wondrous art as well	2
a ground of night	2
the blossoms bring the	2
some feller come and	2
love is the gleam	2
me to your green	2
roundelay of love the	2
as is the lowly	2
are sprayed above the	2
eyes of bloomy moonshine	2
pendant in a diadem	2
sacredly as we were	2
the starry sky covers	2
know how i acted	2
to know when christ	2
judith last night and	2
of perfume and honey	2
sun and shroud in	2
many a glimmering rhyme	2
crib she rocks the	2
is lifted like a	2
let her come from	2
she be to me	2
rememberence of a sound	2
a vision that is	2
clear in woody path	2
the lands of womanhood	2
that i come home	2
dumb for very stress	2
of treasure after treasure	2
ii he called her	2
that you were for	2
skies or dark as	2
he ever showed his	2
in heaven till the	2
in such a form	2
crush a single drop	2
the moon boolges out	2
last the gloom of	2
with double wings of	2
words i would repeat	2
unsheathe all the glitter	2
i as one in	2
of shame through soul	2
a solemn night of	2
hear the laugh of	2
like to the clear	2
felt my lover look	2
or sundered wide by	2
folded all the landscape	2
a garden in her	2
were dumb they would	2
and here you air	2
the whippoorwill at dusk	2
left its priceless coil	2
the lamplight seems to	2
the laugh of childhood	2
her lips might spill	2
even touch my hand	2
boat pass up beyond	2
her face and embers	2
martyr as he lies	2
her hair bewilders me	2
the senses are drugged	2
no less than classic	2
with tears that fell	2
sweet praises where the	2
close mine eyes in	2
were in the air	2
in a minor key	2
sappho how tired i	2
needs not the aid	2
the three states of	2
my load right gallantly	2
her sing tom van	2
mine arms clutch now	2
me to the strait	2
came at last to	2
so luminous her face	2
out a welcoming whose	2
rolled their torrents out	2
god as high the	2
my pride and pain	2
the lights of new	2
save where the eye	2
comprehend where its bond	2
that lives about us	2
i jumps aboard the	2
longed for some sweet	2
her lover forever and	2
reminds me of her	2
at once i loved	2
collar between your orange	2
woo her with such	2
dark and deep as	2
with you to ask	2
memory of days that	2
wherein we are lost	2
the world so kind	2
in the wrath of	2
say that you can	2
she loved them even	2
as we used to	2
thus the old caress	2
the greater fain was	2
our lives linked thus	2
i touched her girlish	2
stress of my great	2
all is so pure	2
and the perfume of	2
grace of patience lighting	2
when care has cast	2
bent above me in	2
love guards the roses	2
and your hands are	2
be once more merciful	2
word i said of	2
for the first time	2
the only one alive	2
pavements were gleaming with	2
the pasture bars the	2
and yet did thrill	2
hair floods neck and	2
night that flings a	2
its cheer had died	2
with him and married	2
lean between me and	2
crimson of a rose	2
a sense of nameless	2
between the midnight and	2
of old before the	2
path of dust and	2
the shade your palace	2
the warp and weft	2
wept with dewdrops three	2
nor fall of tears	2
of crisp and raspish	2
the squirrel peeped and	2
tickled cricket laughed lightly	2
white bloom of the	2
i peer to make	2
the saddest truth is	2
touched her girlish hand	2
to a castilian song	2
give me to hear	2
any place so fair	2
come true when she	2
i held myself from	2
and pale stars blossom	2
love and all the	2
are lovelier than lilies	2
nothing else but kiss	2
the more i held	2
time when bonny bloomed	2
queen of undiscovered lands	2
gift must seem a	2
love with strength of	2
to the eye than	2
a most too wild	2
it ye are only	2
not on his palette	2
a flame that quenched	2
all soothed and unafraid	2
and tense ease of	2
all the honeyed sweets	2
midnight of her hair	2
and deep and fleeting	2
to the silken brim	2
that bound her pleasant	2
him and the light	2
wall across the roses	2
o opulent life of	2
blessed gift must seem	2
touched me with their	2
my tobacco and to	2
dreams come true when	2
he holds her hand	2
knows which fate of	2
warm and bright ere	2
leaves shall lift and	2
heard my first love	2
and that lace at	2
out their blithest roundelays	2
of spring where the	2
of harp and violin	2
my eagerness i have	2
with dewdrops three and	2
lean from out my	2
quenched itself in roses	2
when you lie with	2
three and hid in	2
those hours wherein we	2
the heavens are sometimes	2
task with the window	2
if other flowers adorn	2
touches of your splendid	2
food for a queen	2
hast loved me one	2
cot hid in a	2
when my heart of	2
the wind went laughing	2
kisses we wad feign	2
the high repose of	2
the same love that	2
with the same love	2
stood dazed and dumb	2
she never laid her	2
her hands toss back	2
as base as is	2
her breasts are a	2
crowded from the sky	2
gleaming tress of hair	2
lyre across my breast	2
save lovers like to	2
quick shadows run as	2
feels his dazzled own	2
beggar lies in the	2
and grip toward god	2
in slumber all mine	2
women could be fair	2
their torrents out in	2
to know your tears	2
bend to prod up	2
be she has forgotten	2
any harsh voice call	2
a chorus of stars	2
far too old to	2
pallid features lay the	2
dread shade passed me	2
and the thought that	2
so much so that	2
hands and peeped between	2
she rocks the baby	2
i hate the torrid	2
tress of hair to	2
something more than human	2
the archer prince whose	2
it was i tired	2
to or fro between	2
deep in the sweet	2
an hour i knew	2
bright and blooming in	2
shet my eyes now	2
to want a daughter	2
nestled in the fields	2
the present was to	2
to shriek madly at	2
sweet should be the	2
the gloom of night	2
me no murmur of	2
else but kiss and	2
not understand the magic	2
dark and desolate and	2
so let me dream	2
of brown the blighting	2
it was a smoother	2
to set the matter	2
holding not on his	2
bright garden was gay	2
do i call her	2
failed in life to	2
thoughts and murmurs blend	2
not a word i	2
the good are never	2
through the heavenly dome	2
regard for me to	2
and the echoes faltered	2
nigh unto swooning with	2
if they got evaline	2
the stars come out	2
so unveil her where	2
in your two eyes	2
dim rememberence of a	2
sweet face that bent	2
we all that we	2
far away as memory	2
airy a dime er	2
tears must storm our	2
and its sweet mimicry	2
that had owned it	2
learned to love with	2
lying lips could send	2
drowsy hum of bees	2
between the loved and	2
were sweeter than the	2
loud and frequent manner	2
limpid yodel of the	2
with her fair face	2
my heart of gloom	2
smile back on me	2
me just a little	2
her off some day	2
sunshine beating in upon	2
bound to you by	2
gloom has dimmed the	2
or pulse of dying	2
in the shadow time	2
be wrought of kindly	2
and i had envied	2
i close my eyes	2
smooth the plumage of	2
alone in grasses high	2
passed me thus unheeding	2
she took a girl	2
like they warned her	2
a cozy little cot	2
go whizzing by so	2
orchard shadows ever drew	2
from the woolworth tower	2
and carried that hired	2
lisper in the angel	2
one who cons at	2
the hindustani of mir	2
of red roses sown	2
to serve us in	2
feller in a bran	2
gleam of the sun	2
we strew the way	2
much same in size	2
ellen she sung it	2
blooming sprays pour out	2
a disk of dazzling	2
i swoon in the	2
but follow where i	2
rosebuds while ye may	2
is a luxury divine	2
acceptant of the master	2
was good and kind	2
cry of fierce defiance	2
which the more i	2
ghazal of mira the	2
most fair went first	2
and though at last	2
love there is no	2
days i touched her	2
alien lance of light	2
above me only seems	2
hurrying people were still	2
you thus in this	2
cheer had died away	2
that the sun with	2
and now the moon	2
and for a long	2
and the rose bows	2
adds a charm to	2
think how little money	2
journeyed from the far	2
in a diadem of	2
shoreless on every side	2
we strayed among the	2
of their faces as	2
frost hath turned from	2
not pray for gold	2
laughed in a crimson	2
ballad of the caucasus	2
as light as ony	2
mother as she sings	2
drink the deeper to	2
come even to our	2
yet how sweeter after	2
of henry the eighth	2
all the blossoms gone	2
stars should slacken in	2
even as a child	2
gaze evasively over the	2
a smile from mine	2
before my tearless eyes	2
women nussed me through	2
and slipped smooth fingers	2
said i was blind	2
the simple gown i	2
she sung it the	2
kindly deed and prayerful	2
i have always loved	2
but lay in a	2
man bowed his head	2
quiet as the breath	2
touch thereof save lovers	2
and whisper to her	2
of yazid ebn moauia	2
my wavering flight toward	2
with the rhythm of	2
kissed and hugged the	2
path from those old	2
between the blue of	2
garden blossoming with flames	2
as afar fell the	2
though i listen from	2
tinkle of the strings	2
how fair she be	2
loved them even better	2
simmer brings the sunshine	2
every vein of rhyme	2
it was with us	2
ever make it clear	2
so let it go	2
they driv tords the	2
the room will sway	2
dew from your drenched	2
bloom of a fadeless	2
us to meet what	2
louder than the drowsy	2
the throat that trilled	2
and on through the	2
a moan goes with	2
open and the day	2
the anguish of my	2
my brow throbs ever	2
have eager ears to	2
tales but told you	2
jolly life we lead	2
or change of any	2
as on that sabbath	2
the mother as she	2
the sunset down the	2
that you are so	2
grave nor cared to	2
seems to grow more	2
lorn martyr as he	2
hair be raveled into	2
in the old way	2
the heart of the	2
of a heart o	2
it because i am	2
risen from her reveries	2
a dance of girls	2
atmosphere that failed nigh	2
i arise and go	2
lose the latest grasp	2
face of this newcomer	2
too old to comprehend	2
year be as happy	2
eager ears to lend	2
in youth he wrought	2
up at one side	2
i have eager ears	2
clouds from the skies	2
pretense that she has	2
with my pride and	2
tresses shall my lover	2
the future we had	2
long nights weep in	2
i feel so good	2
tears he paints her	2
we will not mature	2
thy smooth voice doth	2
in which i blowed	2
promised to the son	2
the widder when she	2
a week to my	2
with strength of passion	2
lovely garden blossoming with	2
blooms of may but	2
such wondrous art as	2
their trumpets in mine	2
leonainie leave you while	2
as the psyche carved	2
as good a gyrl	2
spice the good a	2
hair with lingering tenderness	2
with dew might slip	2
side by side fer	2
as blends the bloom	2
lifelong years we yet	2
pink sunbonnet and the	2
the lovely garden blossoming	2
the years that pass	2
me touched me with	2
greet the comer like	2
the curiousest thing in	2
marthy ellen she sung	2
some brief sessions royally	2
she lured his gaze	2
the lawn as fall	2
how glad and thankful	2
stain her sandal wet	2
you in my bosom	2
dripping in a world	2
a joy appears in	2
the rose wilful we	2
ever lidded from the	2
as the leaves love	2
white lilies in a	2
syne i search through	2
their mellow bells shook	2
your figure carved of	2
in tufts of grasses	2
and kind when brown	2
face so fixed and	2
as one might draw	2
of azure eyes as	2
tobacco and to vanish	2
gleams a land of	2
dust in the road	2
the reapers do the	2
i tuck her to	2
gaze gleams a land	2
i was a sister	2
cull my own sweet	2
i should have done	2
than any lily born	2
we started fer the	2
and gave it to	2
hand within your clasp	2
from your drenched lids	2
is it ye are	2
love mistress is of	2
trifle with a little	2
and my heart is	2
old souls are soft	2
with youth happiness seems	2
thing brings me you	2
save that yet an	2
and how sweetly flows	2
letter comes to hand	2
her beautiful eyes are	2
all the glitter of	2
it were true that	2
perfume from the blossom	2
of the strings of	2
thus its cheer had	2
is the rose that	2
arabic of abu nuas	2
had your eyes and	2
relief was like a	2
of earthly things i	2
all worn and wearylike	2
from out my casement	2
eyes that once had	2
sweet with the fragrance	2
the history of the	2
no sound but a	2
we used to talk	2
he desired i rendered	2
fancy sweeps far lands	2
loved was married to	2
down all alone here	2
the wind of the	2
we kissed sae tenderly	2
with splintered glitterings of	2
the tickled cricket laughed	2
for the purpose of	2
down the road to	2
in life to find	2
down by the autumn	2
be left to use	2
and all the songs	2
stars come out to	2
go and get drunk	2
trumpets in mine ears	2
sing of such things	2
the stir of pinions	2
be less than the	2
the luster of their	2
i thrill beneath the	2
only pray for simple	2
up like a crutch	2
kisses on her face	2
a weary while it	2
into sighs of rapture	2
it made him wonder	2
a touch so cold	2
i could make no	2
i thought our joy	2
a smile of white	2
half the taxes in	2
long shall i pine	2
a lawyer here in	2
i found you thus	2
till the golden hair	2
warmth our nature begs	2
not so to me	2
breath to understand what	2
tel the moon boolges	2
it told me so	2
of place and lordly	2
art the voice of	2
fancy wanders with that	2
pray not for great	2
yet an arm shall	2
that wuz best he	2
banks of bud and	2
and pure as dew	2
sobs of grief lulled	2
the pleasant task with	2
to expect a result	2
and cheering to us	2
of her glad laugh	2
i know not if	2
i kissed your lips	2
the still beauty of	2
with the trembling strings	2
any one else but	2
from the golden rim	2
the fluttering hands snowing	2
leonainie drifted from me	2
of the daughter of	2
of down the peach	2
kissed the buds of	2
little hut be mine	2
me with glad eyes	2
the road to woo	2
blushing virgins happy are	2
with the old caress	2
public halls played with	2
vine grew round the	2
i came again to	2
though at last the	2
cowl about the singer	2
not say she died	2
in the starlight and	2
ease of every longing	2
me with her everywhere	2
the time that i	2
jar the dazzling dew	2
humbly its bated life	2
grief lulled into sighs	2
all the songs we	2
grew round the stump	2
could one day enter	2
her life fer a	2
the day he dies	2
my rose wept with	2
kissed her and she	2
hour has its ill	2
is one more strong	2
in their paces through	2
out of my tobacco	2
hoard of gold and	2
and early seventh centuries	2
sorrow they meet to	2
into town to git	2
better come and see	2
my heart will gladly	2
checkered dress she wore	2
for i lost it	2
wore when first i	2
so softly down no	2
should but follow where	2
all that we pretend	2
could break his neck	2
the trembling lids through	2
through the door of	2
walking up a hill	2
leaves of fancy till	2
the path above me	2
so loved the sunshine	2
mistress has a heart	2
grope through the dark	2
o the carven mouth	2
it answered me with	2
fall of velvet snowflakes	2
and lulled the strands	2
when bonny bloomed the	2
there beside her pleasant	2
you strike up that	2
if it should ever	2
at the close of	2
and all was black	2
in careless knots whose	2
clear as the twitter	2
warm fellowship is one	2
wisht yer mother was	2
is late at night	2
to greet the living	2
that smile as they	2
while my heart cries	2
them was leading safely	2
i give to thee	2
is for woman made	2
my rose bowed in	2
mine shall be thy	2
of an old sweetheart	2
and ruled for some	2
tear that ripples to	2
it may be a	2
hours of afternoon i	2
as i turn it	2
from these old granites	2
hair and grip toward	2
the vines were ever	2
snow with its sparkling	2
wrought a vision that	2
the blossom in the	2
have closed my eyes	2
yet my loyalty should	2
sharp breaths failing you	2
wife and the smile	2
sheaves of happy harvest	2
a tension circles both	2
garden in the world	2
a line beneath it	2
us at the door	2
and you want to	2
i as base as	2
else to do but	2
hath the kingliest smile	2
press my weary eyelids	2
i only pray for	2
i could give him	2
sharpen up your wit	2
side and storming around	2
my head acceptant of	2
above the grasses as	2
a leaf of brown	2
like the fall of	2
the garden of the	2
he lies in slumber	2
lines shall teach you	2
to one astray in	2
and in my eagerness	2
senses are drugged with	2
the breast of her	2
makes me drink the	2
in my eagerness i	2
though we discern it	2
a smile so bright	2
late sixth and early	2
moon and star that	2
done when they moved	2
they made her hair	2
that an ache within	2
the taunting night that	2
i may hear the	2
sweet sorrow they meet	2
he finds her waiting	2
of a pair of	2
to fare the labyrinths	2
people were still the	2
of thee or me	2
the peach just brushes	2
of grief lulled into	2
i left the town	2
her waiting face home	2
but a joy appears	2
in drear disguise of	2
with afterhushes of the	2
she so loved the	2
the music that may	2
the ragweed and fennel	2
live with me and	2
you the name for	2
that made our breath	2
the thrush is a	2
higher color to the	2
did to thine eye	2
they feel a stress	2
the wayside of the	2
her as the leaves	2
beautiful eyes o her	2
lies up with lightning	2
the praises of my	2
all the azure overhead	2
because her eyes were	2
the wagon upside down	2
along my wavering flight	2
stain of bloom on	2
yet indeed not grim	2
gleam the days of	2
and the convivial din	2
that we may better	2
the glee of her	2
the soul and calm	2
gather ye rosebuds while	2
know that they are	2
at the hour of	2
of purest snow bend	2
should be a poet	2
unless it be that	2
longing nerve of indolence	2
like a rose in	2
how deep the darkness	2
tears and fears are	2
that they are dim	2
all the world and	2
is broken by a	2
to trill a song	2
hope some alien lance	2
fell the shepherds that	2
sweeps far lands shelved	2
weather of some sun	2
shadow time has cast	2
lulled the strands of	2
and sweet as the	2
and a knot of	2
all the worlds above	2
comes on when lide	2
love had thus expired	2
vines were ever fruited	2
once i loved her	2
be brave to fare	2
of silken sunshine did	2
that seems to yoke	2
the tint of a	2
was married to another	2
was june in the	2
and her beautiful eyes	2
died away in ashes	2
falling of the dusk	2
and let them press	2
growed up side by	2
the stars that shift	2
and the rose blooms	2
that fades and crumbles	2
indeed it was to	2
ben married a little	2
a park at night	2
would blossom as a	2
to love with strength	2
knew the touch thereof	2
slowly shoulders into view	2
the kiss of the	2
the fervor of his	2
visions i resign to	2
two lines shall teach	2
road to woo me	2
the tidings that bade	2
love is not dead	2
that caught and pressed	2
happy as the old	2
the weather ever fine	2
those that loved me	2
good a trifle with	2
straight as to how	2
lies steeped in the	2
a child of the	2
of love had thus	2
breath defer humbly its	2
one far too old	2
minstrelsy and hid in	2
worn and wearylike to	2
discouraging model just the	2
when we heard the	2
are the things that	2
sight with splintered glitterings	2
to look my neighbor	2
swooning with the sheer	2
till quenched was the	2
darkness make pretense that	2
spring where the quick	2
the dazzling dew down	2
of the stir of	2
a thousand ways i	2
pigment to hint of	2
any choice but to	2
i find the smiling	2
the wind and the	2
the feller that had	2
path with the snowy	2
so sublime i half	2
both her slender wrists	2
tried to drown within	2
we used to fling	2
meek and sweet as	2
are blossoming to hear	2
the dew in honey	2
her waiting face in	2
toward god with anguish	2
might have groped into	2
of that old sweetheart	2
blooms and the rose	2
ii when my dreams	2
bitter stream to sweetness	2
hath the morning sun	2
the reign of henry	2
beautiful eyes her face	2
i brood upon your	2
the light of love	2
pipe the praises of	2
and bore my load	2
singing in my garden	2
the little woman of	2
again to the place	2
between me and the	2
i said of a	2
hear the bare footfalls	2
should slacken in their	2
the beating of my	2
those from out her	2
canker in the heart	2
the noon splendor of	2
what is or is	2
mists that enfold her	2
when you were saying	2
only your cool touch	2
to bend our course	2
false though she be	2
nae thing for these	2
against all poverty the	2
rich in all my	2
is i know my	2
slumber all mine own	2
and grace of patience	2
so fair as this	2
as one who pales	2
them press my weary	2
we will not wisely	2
has a secret dream	2
frequent manner in which	2
the genii from the	2
face in some strange	2
zephyrs in enchanted lands	2
boast of his palace	2
her parents both a	2
sung it the first	2
eye of fancy sweeps	2
let it go by	2
the sun with his	2
is kindlier to the	2
sorry for my soul	2
and done a thousand	2
lawyer here in town	2
with caresses and rejoice	2
lids i still may	2
i kiss the grassy	2
blooms of may discouraging	2
the stone say simply	2
and lost of long	2
think about it yit	2
over the printed page	2
when the harvest of	2
fer some illinois land	2
annam the bamboo garden	2
drink to me only	2
butterfly went flickering about	2
will cull my own	2
my heart up like	2
my dream is broken	2
glimmering rhyme rained from	2
bide among the sheaves	2
looks upon the dead	2
for simple grace to	2
lips were dumb they	2
blue as the dew	2
we must confess boast	2
life seems as short	2
and arnos of our	2
far too deep and	2
lovelier than lilies are	2
i only know that	2
worm crawls and clings	2
how sing of such	2
the wheels striped red	2
sun might jar the	2
touch so cold its	2
ragweed and fennel and	2
drear disguise of sorrow	2
my faithful sweetheart till	2
that hurries past me	2
part she would have	2
loving thoughts that start	2
in some way full	2
as high the guillotine	2
praise of his daphnis	2
wanders with that old	2
like to dicker fer	2
of amr ebn kultum	2
listen to the tinkle	2
the blighting frost hath	2
array of white and	2
the beauty of her	2
sweet green grasses there	2
and we are happy	2
laughed at them again	2
the robin trill at	2
ache as only your	2
to understand what to	2
the fair beauty of	2
fluttering at the bow	2
dimmed the bloom and	2
were i as base	2
ginerly has their way	2
raised eyes flash in	2
love did to thine	2
the blue of sea	2
then on the breast	2
arden tom van arden	2
arms and heaving breast	2
this letter on a	2
on through the heavenly	2
yet i staggered on	2
was i to look	2
for my fair bride	2
closed my eyes to	2
knowing it is sent	2
a subway station after	2
back home where my	2
dense incalculable darkness make	2
the crinkle of a	2
as rebellious as the	2
the orchard shadows ever	2
and had my first	2
fate with my tobacco	2
a family of five	2
talk together of the	2
my teeth and feigned	2
with the window open	2
dreams with mine in	2
us as we walked	2
the fall of evening	2
than my parents was	2
troubadours of sunny spain	2
title clear to mansions	2
smouldering sweetness of a	2
things of every day	2
to rest me of	2
sunshine did she clip	2
blinded with a smile	2
the quick shadows run	2
constancy that hides in	2
i carved the name	2
the little checkered dress	2
plucked me by the	2
hides in the leaves	2
and frequent manner in	2
her face is like	2
come into town to	2
whistle through our tattered	2
drugged with the subtle	2
the touch of down	2
her hair and grip	2
glad chirp of the	2
so i stand in	2
that shook the throat	2
waste in childish doubts	2
the simmer brings the	2
at my power of	2
happy realms of long	2
grow lovelier than words	2
that the may has	2
hear the cricket sing	2
she unclasps it slowly	2
of our love dwells	2
how do i see	2
more than any heart	2
same love that you	2
slipping down the road	2
with such wondrous art	2
her hands the touches	2
thought no little sallow	2
sunshine brings the blossoms	2
and then the good	2
believe it adds a	2
the shadow of a	2
fer the most part	2
flings a vision of	2
archer prince whose love	2
chill wind sang in	2
the hearthstone i may	2
of sleep i came	2
summers mounted up to	2
goes with the music	2
for me or mine	2
dicker fer some illinois	2
you wear the kindly	2
an arm shall bind	2
wall in summertime may	2
the honeyed sweets thereof	2
could only gasp affrightedly	2
the wine her kisses	2
is hidden in the	2
the lawyer who was	2
is dark and keen	2
from the light that	2
of that sweet love	2
pelted down by the	2
the petals of my	2
the pines on the	2
were fired with too	2
break should we live	2
ye rosebuds while ye	2
and the fluttering hands	2
ever showed his face	2
my lover liken to	2
sundered wide by seas	2
i noticed she was	2
weight of the years	2
grew to love and	2
the mother of a	2
house chosen by our	2
door stand open and	2
we should live together	2
suave than slips her	2
lulled mine eyelids to	2
love was one thing	2
and i had grown	2
face is lifted like	2
something to bow down	2
like a dazzling daisy	2
side with the jauntiest	2
your boat pass up	2
across the brink where	2
ye are only but	2
or fro between the	2
health to those who	2
though the touch be	2
the tinkle of the	2
i still may see	2
god with anguish infinite	2
that death may say	2
us has never proved	2
garden where nothing moves	2
can it be she	2
back the hair you	2
thereof save lovers like	2
they left me in	2
girl i loved was	2
night a summons came	2
on a wall in	2
thou art the voice	2
glad and thankful i	2
a sickness full of	2
this is hard to	2
heard echoed by the	2
and we did mingle	2
morning song for imogen	2
pressure of her slender	2
place ef he ever	2
stars fled back in	2
the old dreams over	2
reapers do the meanest	2
that i wore above	2
all that he desired	2
the butterfly went flickering	2
and yet not fond	2
merry month of may	2
a grace that no	2
roseleaf rinsed with dew	2
loved me one whole	2
you can guess the	2
as to how it	2
ye vanish aye before	2
lulled into sighs of	2
beauty that i saw	2
with a breath of	2
my bosom as the	2
in petticoat of green	2
rim of some fair	2
of kisses on her	2
rose wept with dewdrops	2
her diadem be wrought	2
worlds above me since	2
of my wild tresses	2
the sheaves of happy	2
crooned and talked to	2
music that may vex	2
ground of that shadowy	2
looms against the sky	2
he touched her with	2
in close braidings manifold	2
bound and gave it	2
looked on the mystical	2
step upon the stair	2
to smooth the plumage	2
as the taunting night	2
the brink where sorrow	2
to leap across the	2
eyes and kissed them	2
as the frost falls	2
and sweet and delirious	2
nor crush a single	2
seemed adorning earth with	2
and she unclasps it	2
from green to crisp	2
the priceless worth of	2
trilled for lalla rookh	2
she came to me	2
they all died little	2
to be lost as	2
at the paper leaf	2
or dark as night	2
have loved and lost	2
waited by the stile	2
the kiss of a	2
it is sweet to	2
and stay it yet	2
masters of old used	2
only through a gleaming	2
might ride sometimes at	2
something more than beauty	2
and kissed it satisfied	2
do not care to	2
there to sing his	2
your sounds of woe	2
and it makes me	2
winds rose and the	2
it hath the kingliest	2
me one whole day	2
midnight and the dawn	2
feller come and carried	2
and i held you	2
and the throat of	2
hour i knew her	2
we saw this bright	2
not if her eyes	2
shall the simple gown	2
the idle brooks that	2
had to go and	2
not smile in heaven	2
of the sixteenth century	2
the nude moon slowly	2
best girl of the	2
the edge of it	2
like a weary beggar	2
a dream the past	2
nothing in me winces	2
i grew to love	2
a hill at dawn	2
not even touch my	2
it reminds me of	2
breast of her he	2
lover to his lady	2
all a rose may	2
turned me then to	2
briered with keener thorns	2
light of moon and	2
greet the living presence	2
drenched with the teary	2
by seas that bear	2
now as i extend	2
meadows of spring where	2
i listen from midnight	2
of wave or wind	2
of childish questioning and	2
snowy white bloom of	2
with a flicker of	2
it may be so	2
be you blithe and	2
lips and drank the	2
of their love is	2
lives linked thus together	2
rose bows in the	2
sleeves float in the	2
the flowers of your	2
harsh voice calling me	2
let mourning shews be	2
for the last time	2
we do not care	2
i bring you this	2
i had grown a	2
finally they called out	2
and every hour of	2
two orange sleeves float	2
the elect of love	2
tense ease of every	2
a day of june	2
ever in a gentle	2
for very stress of	2
seems far away in	2
shall i vanish from	2
ye blushing virgins happy	2
flowers of bright welcome	2
while her lips swoon	2
contented with a song	2
her hair of gloomy	2
sounds of woe into	2
while cloyingly their blurred	2
swirling about the ears	2
the din of crib	2
nigh one thinks of	2
growing wild about her	2
from the depths of	2
hate me just a	2
ere the tearful face	2
strewed the azure as	2
fragrant thoughts and murmurs	2
have the child so	2
i have given thee	2
because the good are	2
should be the words	2
found rest in midnight	2
fall in love with	2
about the ears on	2
a fadeless constancy that	2
her come from out	2
night of june upon	2
about you as her	2
below and to the	2
that waits for thee	2
they meet to say	2
old hands lifted to	2
may has won its	2
than beauty blooms in	2
the morning is new	2
were far too deep	2
his palette the tint	2
without her i am	2
lance of light might	2
and now that the	2
this waste of tears	2
only let the starshine	2
bachelor has she forgotten	2
curiousest thing in creation	2
us two run away	2
her when i come	2
wear the kindly grace	2
van arden tom van	2
songs are only sung	2
vines from these old	2
last conceals each newer	2
how old air you	2
knotted coils about the	2
as the crimson of	2
used to talk together	2
in the lonesome eyes	2
should live together in	2
the days of yore	2
my sight is blinded	2
mellow as your own	2
soon as our lips	2
the meanest sheaf of	2
away in the future	2
out of the groves	2
as well may designate	2
i mean to weld	2
and wonder what was	2
in midmost summer when	2
how it happened i	2
for the love of	2
all the time that	2
shut my teeth and	2
hands lifted to your	2
grassy lane our feet	2
cliffs even hide the	2
into flossy mists of	2
she set the music	2
with a dalliant song	2
neither sob nor moan	2
the days are new	2
but time passed by	2
peeped and laughed at	2
tipped my yearning face	2
a flicker of surprise	2
sleep as dark and	2
swoon of sweetest white	2
such a tone the	2
stun my senses with	2
and from their mellow	2
feel the last hope	2
in the green grass	2
never roseleaf rinsed with	2
shame through soul and	2
path before them was	2
the frost falls over	2
while that the sun	2
day makes november taste	2
the dust in the	2
dazzled with a radiant	2
her ear bobs fer	2
still beauty of summer	2
was to dream that	2
the soughing atmosphere be	2
clinched my nails so	2
our sails of purest	2
reeling reach to win	2
the airs of night	2
to the fervor of	2
the inn of earth	2
as the falling of	2
and all that must	2
as fall her fairy	2
my dear mistress has	2
i resign to greet	2
what matters it that	2
her hair floods neck	2
hands toss back through	2
japan grief and the	2
splendor of a day	2
the bloom of trees	2
made the perfect summer	2
heart will gladly welcome	2
felt the stir of	2
in midnight banks of	2
me drink the deeper	2
and the glad sweet	2
to your green collar	2
chase him off the	2
with the wheels striped	2
where at the hearthstone	2
let them reeling reach	2
a thing is lost	2
down the river i	2
a flood of bright	2
let them press my	2
are cramped with youth	2
the gold of her	2
have to deviate a	2
to deny me any	2
stir of pinions everywhere	2
idy why a man	2
laughing stars and framed	2
ii she lured his	2
i turn the leaves	2
mistakened when i come	2
this new year be	2
green and black tears	2
the guise of midsummer	2
then straightway before my	2
where i may meet	2
stand open and the	2
hours of evening i	2
trembling lids through tender	2
passion all in vain	2
yet dazed in the	2
and my two hands	2
hands are shifted into	2
but when of old	2
a poet looks at	2
we seem forever drifting	2
little girl that lies	2
married evaline and packed	2
that drips and drips	2
sung here below that	2
hate the torrid touches	2
to weld our faces	2
the tenderness of my	2
and the splendor of	2
of glory gleam the	2
and fennel and grass	2
vague hope some alien	2
that yet an arm	2
that all the weary	2
rendered sacredly as we	2
my lover look at	2
torrid touches of your	2
like to one astray	2
of happy harvest meadows	2
fancies so sublime i	2
the place with sleeves	2
lost vows and rhapsodies	2
me on this red	2
i did dream its	2
the words i would	2
my soul will hear	2
arise and go down	2
tearful face again is	2
escape of any part	2
in hall and street	2
i had a load	2
the flame of love	2
dainty hands and peeped	2
will now be known	2
or troubadours of sunny	2
while the years flow	2
the vine grew round	2
when she turned and	2
she comes home again	2
little ere we die	2
my bride hath need	2
of a dead red	2
jes got down to	2
beside her pleasant home	2
lady clitheroe to mary	2
like a tear that	2
come from out the	2
morning of her hair	2
night and this leonainie	2
gleaming pebbles and the	2
are light as summer	2
shall stap its beating	2
moan nor murmur one	2
a blessed gift must	2
because i am maimed	2
but all around was	2
my throat so gripped	2
in a strange disguise	2
though a strong man	2
that start into being	2
lands shelved slopingly with	2
what he could git	2
make pretense that she	2
resigned me to the	2
feel the pressure of	2
that little tilt of	2
care nae thing for	2
god called her in	2
twenty when us two	2
as clear as the	2
i was then a	2
in slumber ere the	2
at night when chirping	2
have journeyed from the	2
your heart and mine	2
pouring adown the brow	2
shelved slopingly with sands	2
away the vines from	2
is to be o	2
at your gilded porticos	2
find the path to	2
of the jungle flowers	2
of the emptiness of	2
that used to be	2
home when she comes	2
though on high the	2
the sobs of grief	2
seas that bear no	2
too deep and holy	2
and ever lidded from	2
turned from green to	2
true i when my	2
but nae thing brings	2
overlaid with light clouds	2
features of an old	2
smile o as fair	2
clothe him with caresses	2
vaunt of his hives	2
own as a glory	2
part of a ghazal	2
the grave her quiet	2
bright ere thus its	2
and why we hate	2
from day to day	2
moonwise in the midnight	2
windows all were blinded	2
left there for the	2
clearer for thy mystery	2
what if we sung	2
i forgot as joy	2
in such a place	2
as a child i	2
bud and flower beneath	2
missed when her voice	2
did thrill you not	2
as wells of wine	2
and to the blue	2
the door stand open	2
weft of rondels such	2
am as strong as	2
veering up and onward	2
used to paint round	2
laugh of childhood ringing	2
over odorous asphodels and	2
yit here i am	2
up her dainty hands	2
tears that fell with	2
my tresses shall my	2
very may we were	2
and pressed me in	2
fer i hated brown	2
tree are sprayed above	2
i saw your boat	2
hid away my face	2
tell you all about	2
are only but a	2
called her in i	2
us is divinely meant	2
and gloom and woodland	2
the roses growing wild	2
and dumb for very	2
quenched was the flame	2
in a smile of	2
i am tired of	2
eloped with him and	2
in these eyes of	2
so fair that i	2
called so fair that	2
the escape of any	2
long struggling with my	2
went ahead to state	2
violin in tangled harmony	2
balmy weather of july	2
pressure may not warm	2
that i did dream	2
simple grace to look	2
the sweet earth after	2
and abide where those	2
were ever singing for	2
i grope through the	2
to swap the piece	2
would not have thee	2
the worlds above me	2
no little sallow star	2
stars blossom in the	2
we in homage bring	2
friends that he has	2
new and unknown sense	2
in my bosom as	2
but the tiny coverlet	2
blossom in the blackest	2
i hid away my	2
legs we used to	2
when they moved to	2
the hedge that bound	2
an old year and	2
as i follow everywhere	2
palette the tint of	2
mine where at the	2
and hugged the widder	2
their kisses blow us	2
dazzling dew down showeringly	2
claim as mine the	2
made her hair of	2
and she my faithful	2
so must leonainie leave	2
lights of old antiquity	2
of white and ruddy	2
would dry their teary	2
harsh cry ringing a	2
be loved by none	2
born they shut her	2
and i love you	2
for some brief sessions	2
round the lips of	2
sight is blinded with	2
quite all the world	2
sweetheart of mine as	2
with that old sweetheart	2
brought her to me	2
sweet the sweet earth	2
of a heart that	2
the trees we strayed	2
deeply in my palms	2
shadowy hair where the	2
frost falls over them	2
the winds drive backward	2
that falls so softly	2
of tears the tenderest	2
blighting frost hath turned	2
smiled and it was	2
vanish with the smoke	2
were gleaming with rain	2
a pool in a	2
or bespread with but	2
my last day comes	2
the woman over the	2
she forgotten thus the	2
he feels his dazzled	2
place that day amid	2
to be my mary	2
talk of her own	2
not anything but love	2
smooth back the hair	2
it she growed to	2
we will both crouch	2
not sorry for my	2
you to ask me	2
the fragrance from the	2
comes marveling upon it	2
where the quick shadows	2
a froth of foam	2
in my mind that	2
made him wonder more	2
china we were two	2
when the lead of	2
yit to see me	2
a discouraging model just	2
came again to the	2
as when first in	2
me something low and	2
else she laughed to	2
her and the childern	2
and they took the	2
the god of love	2
in the furries a	2
as a lily might	2
was to see her	2
is where the dawn	2
clasps and amber studs	2
the vines from these	2
yet a little ere	2
in the solemn night	2
that she recurs to	2
who pales in splendid	2
as the sun might	2
shut all alone in	2
shall i pine for	2
was wrought a vision	2
ungentle for thy deed	2
are so very tired	2
kafiristan walking up a	2
bubbles in our wake	2
extend this old hand	2
to go and be	2
ever drew their cool	2
with mary at the	2
airs of night were	2
the strait of earthly	2
must be bline to	2
young men must be	2
me in the solemn	2
at first it was	2
for my poor sake	2
flutter to the lawn	2
by the loud and	2
had longed for some	2
deviate a little in	2
of patience lighting up	2
is done when they	2
as the reapers do	2
tree that wavers on	2
hand laid upon my	2
the world looked on	2
as my fair bride	2
makes november taste of	2
my love is a	2
i love to think	2
and open arms and	2
you blithe and bonny	2
jealous heart would break	2
her bonnet on and	2
gold of her smile	2
a dim rememberence of	2
her light hand laid	2
beneath the light of	2
you come of age	2
with rheumatics in our	2
as i extend this	2
with the drowsy hum	2
i wore above my	2
our escape from such	2
be for me the	2
and lean between me	2
when we should live	2
far cliffs even hide	2
cozy little cot hid	2
the lilies of eden	2
do but write the	2
joy benumbed for ever	2
from their mellow bells	2
had plucked that day	2
truth the clearer for	2
although we saw this	2
thou hast loved me	2
wheels striped red and	2
very blossoms she had	2
to feel the last	2
and failed in life	2
feel the edge of	2
wine her kisses left	2
if her eyes are	2
to sing his love	2
but whisper in my	2
where my feet were	2
as i gathered each	2
so i love it	2
bells shook out a	2
the shining hours i	2
hands and called me	2
with mine in marriages	2
the glad chirp of	2
and so it is	2
glare of the throne	2
soul in your two	2
georgia part of a	2
its pressure may not	2
forgotten thus the old	2
bloom when the morning	2
fall in attitude as	2
might draw a veil	2
our hearts to her	2
draw aside futurity as	2
and sounds of mirth	2
with tunes of harp	2
rose wilful we are	2
once more merciful and	2
lamplight seems to glimmer	2
with my tobacco and	2
all of earthly things	2
her in from him	2
with eagerness and rapture	2
blossoms of their faces	2
nestled in her palm	2
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was as rebellious as	2
of days that used	2
that day amid the	2
from out the lands	2
that was all i	2
it is changeless as	2
for the tearfulness of	2
to smile back on	2
we esteem the half	2
of arms that ever	2
my grave nor cared	2
know that i so	2