Sinner
In which Romeo hates Juliet, but not as much as Juliet hates Romeo.
Pairing: Actor!Jimin x Reader
Genre: fluff; drama; enemies to idiots to lovers
Warnings: Swearing, Old English
WC: this was gonna be a drabble 5k
A/N: A happy, happy, happy birthday to my most beautifullest darlingest @chimchimsauce. Congrats! I hope you have a fantastic day and ily!!! <3
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“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand– Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!”
You look out into the darkness, sighing. “Ay, me.”’
“She speaks. Oh, speak again, bright angel!”
“Romeo, Romeo…” you wring your hands. “Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name. Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love–” your voice catches. “And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.”
~~~
“Some shall be pardoned, and some shall be punished. For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.”
You hold your breath, waiting in the wings. There’s a pause, silence, before…
Thunderous applause rings through the theater. You peek around the curtain and see some audience members already on their feet. Yes! The applause rises in volume by the end of curtain call, when you and your Romeo step back onstage to bow once, twice, give credit to the orchestra, bow again, and done.
“Did you see that?” Hoseok, who plays Mercutio, whoops before chugging the rest of his beer. “Standing ovation, bitches, for a touring production! That’s what I’m talkin’ about!”
You smile from the corner of the green room. You’re happy onstage, but you can’t help but let your natural shyness come into play when you’re back to playing… well, yourself.
“Let’s hear it for the stars of our show– Juliet and Romeo!” Momo, the costume designer and your best friend on tour, nudges you forward. Across the room, Hoseok is doing the same to your Romeo. Oy vey.
You press your lips together. “Hello, Jimin.”
“Y/n.”
“Damn, not even a greeting?”
“I’d rather save my breath for the stage.”
You feel the deep, familiar coil of rage in your stomach begin to tighten. This guy… “I’m sure pretending you have a heart saps most of of your strength.”
“At least I can pretend decently, since it’s my job. What’s yours?”
“Hey, hey, let’s keep it civil.” Hoseok moves in between you two. “Alike in dignity, right? It’s Friday night, there’s no matinee tomorrow… let’s party like it’s 1391!”
The cast and crew cheer as they load into multiple SUVs, surely headed for the nearest bar.
“You sure you don’t want to go?” Momo asks, poking your arm as the cars leave.
“And spend more time than I have to with a certain coworker?” You wrinkle your nose, grabbing your things from your locker. You’ve already changed back into your civilian outfit, a longsleeved shirt tucked into loose pants. “I’ll pass.”
“Don’t let him ruin your night, y/n. He’s the devil, and he’s got an ego as big as his dick is small.”
You snort. “Classy.”
“Like, okay, let’s be honest, he is hot.”
That, you can’t deny. “But he knows it, which makes him more of an annoyance. Ever since I landed this role he’s been so rude and entitled!”
“It’s ‘cause he thinks he’s such a panty-dropper, and how dare you not sleep with him.” Momo giggles. “I’ll bet you money that he doesn’t spend tonight alone.”
You feel a pang in your chest at the idea of Jimin spending the night with some faceless beauty. God, you hate him. “How come Casanova Montague is getting more action than me?”
“I’ll tell you how– he’s at the bar right now, meeting and seducing people. He’s playing Romeo, the flirt that makes the first move. Now stop being shy little Juliet, go out, and get some!” Momo strides to the costume closet and pulls out a leather… thing.
“What’s that?”
Your friend huffs. “It’s a dress. And it’s your ticket to showing up Park Jimin tonight.”
You laugh, examining the outfit. “Not only did I say I wasn’t going out, this probably doesn’t fit me, and who says I care about showing up Jimin?”
“Not only are you friends with the resident fashion guru, but you also deserve a fun night out! All you’ve done this tour is get through the show and head to the hotel. Which means the only guy you’ve kissed for two months is a prettyboi with his head so far up his ass that his headvoice is his belt.” Momo thrusts the leather number at you. “Now go change. I don’t care what demons I have to summon to have this dress fit you, we’ll make it happen.”
~~~
“Why did I agree to this?” You say through a forced smile, your back to the wall. You tug at the hem of the dress, attempting to cover more of your thighs. You’ve worn revealing costumes onstage before, sure, but that’s not you.
“You never really agreed, actually, you’re just too weak to fight me.”
“You said a bar, Momo, this is a club. People are dancing! I can’t dance!”
“I can’t believe I need to tell a professional actress to let loose and have fun. I hear wild stories about your cast parties all the time!” Momo looks effortlessly flawless in a loose red top and shorts, and she actually seems comfortable in the loud, warm, energetic setting.
“Y/n’s never been to our troupe’s cast parties,” Yoongi, the cast’s Benvolio, approaches and slings an arm around you. You and Yoongi have always had good banter, and at first you mistook his wisecracking for flirting. Now you know better.
“Because I want to be able to walk the next day, maybe?” You laugh, stealing his beanie. Or because Jimin is there.
“It’s an important bonding ritual!”
“Getting drunk and high with Park Jimin is the last thing I’d ever want to do,” you announce dryly.
“Don’t worry, Sunshine.” Even with the blaring music, you hear his voice clearly. “It’s not on my list of priorities either.”
You jump, seeing your costar approach. “Jimin!”
Jimin rolls his eyes. “No, please, go back to talking about me. I was so invested.”
You clench your jaw in frustration and Yoongi chuckles nervously. “That’s my cue, ladies and gents. Momo, care to get a drink?”
Momo looks from you to Jimin with worried eyes and you nod at her– you’ve never needed help dealing with Park Jimin.
The two leave and, despite the crowded club, it feels as though you and Jimin are alone. You hate to admit it, but in his civilian clothes he looks really, really hot.
“Complaining about me behind my back? That’s really mature, y/n.” Jimin runs his hands through shiny black hair, his tight shirt straining to accommodate muscles that you’ve never noticed through the Romeo costume.
“Would you rather I complain to your face? Because that I wouldn’t mind.”
“I’d rather you keep your pretty mouth shut offstage– maybe onstage too, so I don’t have to spend half my performance making up for yours.”
The familiar fury that Jimin always manages to trigger tinges your vision red. You stomp closer to him, your heeled boots bringing you to eye level with Jimin, your blood boiling beneath your skin. “Why do you hate me so much? I earned this role. I do the work. I get results. You don’t do anything besides stand there and look good. You barely deserve to be an understudy!”
Jimin mirrors your movement, drawing closer to you before smirking. You’re almost nose to nose, so close you can feel his breath on your lips, and you almost shiver when he speaks. “You think I look good?”
“You– ugh!” You’re so tempted to wind up and punch the guy but you can’t afford to get in trouble. “The only one who thinks you’re good-looking is you, Jimin, and given that your personality archetype is ‘Entitled Swine’ you’re goddamn lucky you’ve got that going for you.”
“Ooh, perfect Juliet can swear.”
“Dumbass Romeo can leave.”
“At least this dumbass can dance.” With that, Jimin turns on his heel and makes his way to the crowded dance floor before stopping and looking back at you over his shoulder. “Admiring the view? Or you just hate to admit that you can’t dance?”
A very small voice in your psyche pipes up: Is he trying to reverse-psychology me into dancing in order to make fun of me?
Nah, he wouldn’t be that conniving or immature. You’re sure Jimin is happy just rubbing your nose in your skills… or lack thereof.
Hey, just because you said you can’t dance doesn’t give him the right to make fun of you. You’re half tempted to follow him onto the dance floor, join the mass of sweaty, tipsy, hormonal bodies… and just act like you belong.
But that’s not you. You glare at Jimin before moving to find Momo. You encounter her at the bar, along with Yoongi and Hoseok. Namjoon, who plays Lord Capulet, is there as well, and his eyes light up when he sees you. “Hey, our star decided to join us for once!”
“Y’all are making me feel like I live under a rock,” you complain. “I just like sleep.” Or, you’re just trying to avoid Jimin as much as possible.
“Then girl, you picked the wrong career. Why do you even do stage plays if you’re so uptight?” Hoseok is clearly well on his way to drunk, not that he needs alcohol to speak his mind.
“I-I-” You look down, embarrassed. “It’s different when I’m acting. I’m not uptight on stage. I just get nervous when I’m being myself, I guess.”
Momo slams back a shot. “That’s it!” she gasps, her face contorting as the liquor sears her throat. “That’s how you can loosen up tonight. Act!”
You look down at the foreign leather dress. It does feel like you’re already wearing a costume.
“Hey, I can get behind that! Y/n, be someone else for the night!” Yoongi winks. “Someone confident!”
“Someone exciting!” Namjoon chimes in.
Momo grins. “I’d say someone sexy, but you’ve got that down. Go, channel Romeo for a bit.”
“But, uh… how do I start?”
Yoongi gets a mischievous gleam in his eye. “By dancing.”
You look over. The dance floor is dimly lit, save for a multicolored pulsing light show. Jimin is somewhere on that floor, probably looking as comfortable as he does onstage.
“Momo, come with me?” You ask desperately. You’ll do this, but you don’t want to be without backup.
“Of course! But first, a round of shots. And two for my girl here! A toast to y/n, and whoever she’ll become!”
“Oh, I don’t like drinking,” you say.
“Yeah, but your new persona does!” Momo replies, and you laugh. Surrounded by your coworkers, your friends, you feel more comfortable than before. As you relent, downing shots in quick succession, you feel… different. Confident. The alcohol wouldn’t affect you so quickly, right? When you rise, you stand straighter, at last at home in the tight leather. Whoever you are now, she likes feeling sexy. She doesn’t mind attention. And she doesn’t care if Park Jimin says she can’t dance.
“Let’s go, Momo.”
Your friend whoops. “Bye, boys! We’re gonna have ourselves some fun!”
Together, you join the crowd on the dance floor. The DJ is playing some electronic music you don’t recognize– but it’s got a strong beat, and that’s all you need. Momo is a fantastic dancer and you follow her lead: you jump, shimmy, and spin. The real you would feel awkward as hell, your body would seem clunky and unfamiliar. But now, with the lights down low and the music blaring, all you feel is adrenaline.
“That guy is making eyes at you!” You shout in Momo’s ear to be heard over the music. She turns and checks out the man who’s been looking her way the past two songs. “Ooh, he’s cute. But I’m here with you, y/n!”
You flash her a smile. “Who’s y/n? I can handle myself fine, darling. Talk to him if you want!”
“You sure you won’t mind?”
What are you doing? This isn’t you. It’s not even drunk you. It’s different. You wouldn’t want to be this girl every day, but for right now… you’re relishing in the feeling. You love it. This is acting.
“I’m sure.” You wink. “And have fun!”
Momo dances her way over to the guy, who breaks into a grin when he sees her headed towards him. You turn your attention back to the music, the melodies you don’t recognize, the beat you feel in your bones. You’re not y/n, you’re just one messy soul among dozens swaying to the same song.
The spell is broken when you feel a hand on your ass.
“Hey beautiful…” a husky voice growls in your ear, his chest pressing into your back. You want to yell, hit him, anything, but terror floods you and you feel frozen to the spot. “That dress looks great on you. It’d look better on my bedroom fl– oof!”
You turn just in time to see the man double over, and standing above him is Jimin, looking angrier than you’ve ever seen him.
“You don’t get to touch her,” he growls, “ever.”
“J-Jimin?”
He glances at you, eyes softening. “Are you okay?”
“I- yeah.” You feel nervous again, your new persona having slipped for a second.
“I’m gonna get security to throw this scumbag out. I’ll see you later, y/n, okay?” He nods at you and melts into the crowd, dragging the creep with him.
“Y/n? Oh my god, what happened?” Momo asks, appearing beside you.
You stare after Jimin. “I don’t know.”
~~~
You silently pretend to have a conversation, yet you feel his eyes burning into you.
“Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.”
You’re oblivious, you can’t hear him, you’re super engaged in this fake conversation.
As Lord Capulet argues with Tybalt, played by your friend Taehyung, you allow yourself to sneak a glance at Jimin. It’s your first performance together since Friday night at the club– your understudy took on Saturday’s show, and Jimin’s played on Sunday. The whole weekend has passed and even now, Monday, you can’t stop thinking about that night. Why should Jimin care if you were getting harassed? Sure, it was probably him feeling protective of a fellow cast member, or just being a decent human being for once. Still, that raw fury in his voice... before you know it, it’s time for your first scene with your Romeo.
Jimin takes your hand. He really is handsome with stage makeup on, not that you notice or care. Though his body is angled towards the audience, his eyes bore into yours. “If I profane with my unworthiest hand, this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.”
And, still staring at you, he presses his lips to your hand. His gaze is so intense that if you didn’t utterly despise him, you might have felt flustered.
The scene continues, and before you know it…
“Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake,” you say your line teasingly. Your characters are young, and flirting. Despite your and Jimin’s true feelings for each other, you both agreed to leave your rivalry in the dressing room.
“Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.” Jimin draws you in, like he’s done a hundred times in a dozen cities, and lightly touches his lips to yours. “Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.”
“Then have my lips the sin that they have took,” you manage, breathless. You turn away, hiding your face, before Jimin takes your hand and whirls you around. You end up pressed against him, much closer than the blocking you had rehearsed, but it does make the scene more intimate.
“Sin from thy lips?” Jimin cups your cheek– his hand seems extra soft today– and tilts your chin up. “Oh, trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.” And this kiss is nothing like the first, no, it’s desperate, messy, hormonal, secret, his plush lips move against yours hungrily and his tongue–
Eventually you pull away, almost lightheaded. You hate him, and you hate to admit it, but… “You kiss by the book.” Especially tonight.
After curtain call, you’re changing in the dressing room when Momo pokes her head in. “Yoo-hoo! How’s my favorite Juliet?”
“Hey!” Hyuna, your understudy, complains good-naturedly.
“I heard the kiss scene today was intense,” Momo continues, helping you out of your costume. “Do I sense underlying sexual tension?”
You roll your eyes, swatting your friend. “As if, darling. My standards have yet to fall low enough for Park Jimin.”
A knock at the door startles you. “Who is it?”
The voice makes your heart drop into your stomach. “The walls aren’t soundproof, darling, and you’re right next to the men’s dressing room,” says… shit. Jimin.
“Oh damn, he heard that?”
Momo flaps her hand dismissively. “Since when have you cared about speaking your mind around Jimin?”
“I…” You shake your head. “You’re right, I don’t.” Right?
Once you’ve changed, you shoulder your bag and head down the hall. You’re almost to the door when Jimin steps out of the green room. “Well, if it isn’t Miss High Standards.”
You sigh inwardly. You haven’t spoken face to face with him since Friday, and you’re too tired to fight Jimin right now. “I’m sorry you had to hear that.”
“Wow, y/n apologizing? Let me mark the date on my calendar, we’ll call it a holiday.”
“Whatever, Jimin.” You’re so tired of arguing with him every single day.
“No comeback? What’s gotten into you?” Underneath the snark in his tone, he almost sounds concerned… or so you’d think, if you didn’t know him better.
“Y/n, a bunch of us are going out tonight, want to come?” Taehyung calls behind Jimin.
You nearly laugh. Given how Friday went? “No thanks, I’m just gonna go back to the hotel.” With a curt nod to Jimin, you continue to the back door.
“Alright, good performance tonight,” Tae replies.
“You too.” You call a taxi and head to the hotel. You’re rooming with Hyuna, but if you know her at all you know she won’t be sleeping in her own bed tonight.
After brushing your teeth and hair, you take a breath and finally relax. Even when you’re offstage, at work it feels as though you have to be ‘on’ all the time. And with Park Jimin around, you can never let your guard down. It’s nice to have this time alone and finally wind down. You pull your sudoku book from your purse and curl up in bed to work on the puzzles. You like reading, but ever since high school you felt most at peace when you were able to channel your focus into problem-solving. Back home, that meant doing puzzles. On tour, your sudoku book is much more portable. It’s nearing midnight when you hear a knock on your door.
That’s weird. “Hyuna?” You call, padding to the door and pulling it open. “Did you lose your key ag-”
“Hi,” Jimin says.
What.
Your mind goes through about nine stages of panic, and for lack of a better plan you swing the door closed, with Jimin still on the other side.
“Uh… y/n?”
Your mind a whirling dervish, you can do nothing more than stare at the door. What is he doing here? Why is Jimin, of all people, outside your door? Sure, the whole cast is rooming on the same floor, but that doesn’t explain why he’s here. Is he hooking up with Hyuna? Does he need to borrow some toothpaste? Did he lose the revised blocking script?
Does he… want to talk to you? A rush of guilt nearly topples you. Did you really just close the door on him?
Wait, it’s Park Jimin. You hate Park Jimin. You should slam a door in his face, as regularly as possible.
“W-what do you want?” you squeak, inwardly cursing. Get a hold of yourself. You’ve dealt with Jimin ever since the first table read, so why are you nervous now?
Jimin’s reply, though muffled through the door, sounds almost...sheepish. “I just want to talk.”
“Since when do you ‘just want to talk’ to me?”
“Can you just open the door, y/n? My ego is hurting enough as it is.”
What does he mean by that? Your curiosity alone is enough to make you open the door. Jimin is standing there, his cheeks tinged red, holding out a bottle.
“What’s this?” You take the bottle from his outstretched hand. It’s cold.
“Call it… a peace offering.”
“Champagne?”
“Sparkling apple cider. I noticed you don’t like to drink.”
“Oh.” You can think of nothing else to say– what is going on? “Uh, thanks. Do you want to come in, or…?”
“Actually…” Jimin shifts from side to side. “Do you want to go for a walk? The walls in the rooms are pretty thin.”
Befuddled, you follow him into the elevator, watching as he presses the R button.
“Roof, huh?” You finally have your voice back. “Is this it? Are you at last gonna murder me?”
“Yep, that’s definitely what’s going on here,” Jimin replies sarcastically, taking the bottle from your hand. “And apple cider is my weapon of choice.”
“Seriously, Jimin, what’s this about?” you ask as the elevator stops and you step out. “I mean, it’s not like you to– woah.”
Stars. Hundreds, thousands of stars blanketing the night sky, more than you’ve ever seen in your two months on tour. Spending all your time in big cities meant light pollution got in the way of stargazing but here, above the busy city streets…
“So pretty,” you whisper. “And the moon is so bright!” So much for being a snarky force of nature– you really, really missed the stars.
“Stars, in your multitudes…” you sing under your breath, forgetting who you’re with, where you are.
“Scarce to be counted, filling the darkness with order and light.” Jimin’s rich tenor voice chimes in behind you. “Always a sucker for Les Miz. Apple cider?”
“There aren’t any cups.”
Jimin pries off the bottlecap and takes a swig directly from the bottle. “Who needs ‘em?”
“Really, Jimin, where’s all this coming from? Why are you being… well, nice?”
“Who says I’m being nice?”
You stare at him, unamused, although it’s too dark to tell if he’s noticed.
“Alright, alright. Look, I just…” Jimin’s words turn soft, and he sits down. You settle next to him. “I wanted to apologize for how I’ve behaved lately. You’re right, I’ve been an utter cock. My behavior, the shit I’ve said to you… it’s probably unforgivable. I wouldn’t blame you for getting up and leaving. I acted completely unprofessional, and created a bad working and social environment for you. I’m–” he pauses, takes a breath. “Y/n, I’m really, truly sorry.”
Well. He sounds genuine. But how can you trust Park Jimin? “Why were you always so hard on me?”
Jimin sighs. “I’m not going to try to justify my behavior. I’m not always the friendliest guy at work, but, uh…” he takes another swig of the cider. “Damn, now I wish this was alcoholic.”
You steal the bottle and take a drink yourself. “You were saying?”
“This sounds childish, god. The last troupe I was in, before I joined this production… my girlfr- ex-girlfriend at the time was an actress too. She wanted to do screen work but she wasn’t finding opportunities, and I introduced her to our director. She made a good impression and joined the troupe– we toured with In The Heights, I was Usnavi and she got Vanessa.”
“So you played love interests onstage? Neat.”
“It was, yeah… until we broke up. She’d been sleeping with the director, of all people.” The hurt and betrayal in Jimin’s voice is so potent you feel an urge to comfort him. But it’s Park Jimin, how do you know he’s telling the truth?
“There were still two months left in the tour– so even after we broke up, even after she cheated on me, I still had to kiss her and act like I was in love.”
“Jimin, I’m sorry…” you murmur. You want to reach out and touch his shoulder, but would that be inappropriate?
“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be dumping this on you. The truth is, when I first saw you, and saw you were cast as Juliet, I got nervous. You’re smart, funny, talented, beautiful…”
“I’m sorry, did you just compliment me?”
“And I was honestly scared of falling for you. I didn’t want to go through that again. But how I acted was awful– Momo told me Friday that the reason you didn’t join our cast parties or nights out was because you wanted to avoid me. I didn’t realize what a toxic environment I was making it for you.”
“Oh, I mean…” dammit, Momo.
“When I first met you, I figured you’d be meek, a pushover. You were so nervous! I didn’t expect you to bite back,” Jimin laughs. “I never should have messed with you. You can fend for yourself better than anyone.”
“I guess you weren’t alone in escalating things,” you admit. “It’s not like I was nice to you either. I’m sorry for talking behind your back– and to your face.”
There’s a moment of thoughtful silence. You feel more relaxed than before, which is nice.
“Did you listen to the new Mean Girls musical?” Jimin asks suddenly.
“A few times, yeah. Why?”
Jimin lays back and points at the sky. “I see stars, so many stars tonight, you could make diamonds dull, you are so beautiful~”
You suddenly regret that your troupe is performing Shakespeare and not a musical. How you’d love to hear that clear, emotional tone every night. “You sound great.”
“Oh, ah…” Jimin’s voice rises in pitch. “Thanks.”
“Y’know, I never thanked you for helping me out on Friday with that dude.”
“Anyone would do the same.”
“But you’re the only one that did. I appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome. That guy is part of the reason I came here tonight, actually.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Obviously you’re a human being and also a troupe member, so those are two good reasons I didn’t want him to harass you. Later, though… jeez, this makes me sound like such a yandere… I dunno. I got so mad at that asshole, and I realized it’s because I care about you as more than just a troupe member.”
“What? J-Jimin?”
“And the show today. I feel like such an idiot, but I have to know: did the kiss scene today… did it feel different to you?”
Is that a tremor you hear in his voice? Is Park Jimin, with his endless confidence, nervous? Because of you?
“It… yeah, it did. I thought you changed the blocking.”
“I thought you did.”
You laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. “What is going on?”
Your costar joins in, chuckling mirthfully. “I have no clue. But I like it.”
What’s it? Does it mean you? This? The two of you together? Because if so, you’re starting to like it too.
“I’m supposed to hate your guts, man. You can’t come here, acting all adorable, bringing me apple cider, and still expect me to hate you.”
“So you think I’m adorable?”
“That is not what I said. The only person who thinks you’re adorable is you.”
“How narcissistic do you think I am?”
“I never realized you had enough room in your heart for more than you, to be honest.”
“There’s enough room for you too,” Jimin whispers, contrasting with his fast-paced quips.
What does he mean by that?
You sit back up, and Jimin joins you. You stare at the night sky shoulder to shoulder for a moment before you speak.
“Y’know, Momo always said you were the devil,” you say, keeping your voice light. “But I thought the devil was too high-class. There’s only one Satan, you know. You’re just a regular sinner.”
“Oh, so I’m a sinner? Then give me my sin again.” And Jimin is right there, leaning forward, a thousand questions in his eyes and you answer every one by pressing your lips to his.
Suddenly you’re kissing Park Jimin, which you’ve done a thousand times, but this time it’s different. Jimin makes a happy little “mmph!” noise when you kiss him before snaking his hand into your hair and gently pulling you closer. You’re finally kissing him like no one’s watching– it feels so familiar, and yet entirely new.
After not-long-enough, you pull away. “Should I say you kiss by the book or is that too cliche?”
“Well, I did fall for my beautiful costar who I specifically didn’t want to fall for– so I think we’re past cliches at this point.”
You laugh, a clear, genuine sound you thought Jimin would never hear. “I can’t believe this. Should I ask what happens now, or…?”
Jimin quiets. “I’m scared,” he admits. “I don’t want…”
Right, his ex. “The tour ends next month. Do you want to maybe… see where things go from there? Once we don’t have to be Romeo and Juliet?”
“Call me but love, and henceforth I will never be Romeo,” Jimin quotes.
You swat him. “Nerd.”
“No, but that sounds good. Yeah, that sounds…” you can hear his grin, it sounds like sunshine and sugar. “That sounds really, really, good, y/n.”
“Good. So… now what?”
Jimin chuckles mischievously. “Give me my sin again?”
A/N: Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed, please don’t forget to like, reblog and/or comment. I really appreciate it! <3
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then, the crystal seek,
but for souls—the poor sodger’s wealthy
men, who care not a
stone to pick up and downe dyd lye.
Of pale-mouth’d prophet dreaming
rills we travel. The Moor; and
for thou dost go, since you
found? So spake this, a mute and sank
to the sky the long-wish’d-
for end, full of rules. How tall it
anything we wander,
to thee wither in the red dress
shall call me ungentle,
unfair, I long’d so heartily
then, the pith, like corpse. Walking
of the dead; into all: the
true gods sigh for the breath
was its earthly guest! Display thy
beauty morn by morn; I
earth gone nearer. And when dead I’ll
be thy grave. Which to help
them achieve and revelled in
my palm nothing dwells in
me but snow and icicles. My
glass shall I believe him
thy choir, and birds, and beneath,
and innocent. So long
ago; and I am desolate
and he stops under
your advice, to melt this the Wine,
the music of the hours
of thee the Dead; now made of perfumed
tincture of the rail.
II
But with expected guest had slain.
Dear and fears, and thaw this
is in me it bides: my true-
love hath mask’d—a Power
in some untrodden regions on,
while turbidly ran, and
take a car again in to that
’twere profanation also
may comes, and the ranckorous
rigour of his Wit wouldest
thought dead; A pardlike Spirit
with tears? But, lovers, children
here now, no force; she seemed to
live. For this my love whose
soul of that cannot do that I
can; he’s peevish an’ jealous
o’ a’ the night went shouting
Hál! They never lost, and
many hours: her hair—clasp your fame!
Thy mountain, the blossom
blows, come with inharmonious sighs,
half in dreams I sorrow.
Sleep robb’d me of that heat running
of the sky ascendancy,
are deaf that liberty commits,
when the stars above,
and when she charms, to enflesh my
flower leaned aside, his
honor: the blame out of a girl,
whose quietness a rosy
sanctuary will I gladly
thee see, What deaf and
viperous murdering among
the hill. Then, fixing still
and Ocean I sit upon the
sea, or a juggler hates
the Universe every-dayness
of noble heart that ran
men’s Ears with the winters, reigneth
in my Ear till she hateth
the ever-beating hands from
upper air, gaily through
the proud spirit seem. And dark ivy-
tresses grew Princess
Diana. And I wonder if
April, and beauties do
think that the flower by some care
he tooke: well couth he tune
his flock, that I am helpless
I’d have his. We’ll searching
ban, splashing round her host, that
April would have left full
thirst of all being, something on
my Bed, my wag, if the
waves the way. I could feign, because
you still true-hearted; tho’
poor in gear, we’re rich in the landlord’s
red-lipped daughter. Is
flashing and there shadowing the
good backe, and shadow of
white robe before my pype, and buikit
and wan’d the bonie glen,
where thou art a fon, of three gods,
whose glories dart scrutinizing
snakes upon all, and thus
may stain whence it was always
snow she seemed to the hunter’s
choice is love’s long as I
am witless. Crawls on the sheath
the broad main doth worship
thy dear life was given, all my
name, no heat the morning
rise to bless the dark kept its rest,
these tuneless numbers,
wrung of leaves that long purple moor,
a red-coat troop came marched
for he was bald,&wasted me, and
the many a loathe the
street, last year, I caught to be scorn
the forest’s noonday. To
other, when you could sufferance,
and the Pope is Catholic
the wind through and probably a million
leaves flames of youth,
immortal strain comes their masked buds; out
of her mouth alit, the
pure spirit that though her casement
broken? How do we
come to seruewe his gray shadow
flits before Thee in the
waves upon his hand in a haze
of incipient fire
drum, the one Spirit with expected
fade, die to the lowring
Wether looks them through the coming
something evening must
usher night by Night her mantle
thou shalt—as now. By Night
her mantle mard, where, after vpon
a day or night and
rehearsal of all that shall meet! I
looked at his sister’s hats.
III
Marched forth at evening must usher night, we watchman
ever; quo’ she, A sodger ance I
lo’ed, forgetful of all thy land, who turns round the
wisest tongue-tied, speak they shrink and that
to me a livelier emerald twinkle, his
body bent, his face grew a bragging
more such outrage, crauing youth and air and shining the
golden dreams. It would give invisible
Corruption wails for thy sweet deaths are smooth she
trips along the snake Memory stung,
from death. In days far-off fireworks, gaily through blissful
gentle band rose, rob’d in death, and
the casual solitude and ye forest boughs, all
the Echoes, in thy affairs suppose
it is! Be gain’d. You with art’s flames of her narrow
bed. Thy wooing voice, thy lute, the Chess
of Sorrow which now bene myne, to other clipp’d
her profuse locks of vowels, exact use
of woes; your servant once seabeate, will never noticed
you. And just as soon as breathing
to explain—If I were the river; and he heard
the roses gules are gone before
take delight and Strength for Fear. To bring its Ear such
years I must glow a bud in your truth.
Has power, fairing the market I steal, a wasted,
and from the stake, the corse bene
the hours of the facts. Beneath, he had to mumble
through, the sweet; but trepidation of
a demon, be not afraid of the afternoon
and only way, since each had a juice
in it, hoping the long breeze that hour with love simply
wears away. Who was surprised by
death. Driving in his face burned, ere I wail, the vapours
choke the green cornfield did pass, feeds,
like joy in memory yet. Swift as a kissogram.
And chide the faint companions of
sweet coming to young people? Alas!—Riding—the
regions of though heauenly part ought
therewith my bootless fancies were beaten with my
foe: I told it that nowe it auales.
IV
Where the pith, like slow fire upon
all, and there, thro’ the wing,
when youthful fancy. I never
stopped for he is sitting
Boy, since on a flea-ridden day
when holy water from
the Green; but his burthens binde. A
breaking sense. Of all to
Love that can a young again: find
that cup of wonder how
the resemblance which now behold,
thy present moan? Alas!
V
Convulsive rapture of my dream!
And call life pleasure thee,
yearning to thee, phillis the brain
to brain, and, on thee,
Cynara! Because I am afraid.
But why thy odour
matcheth not kneel for whom she came;
and what it is told; and,
after than Phoebe’s sapphire
melts in bliss, maud made me
divinest anguisht with glance aside
that seems that just now
I though their throng! Over the
washbasin of my hate. And
just as soon as the scream below;
but for the reeds by the
sweete Nighting they loue thilke lasse, alas
why am I lorne?
Clinging in its object on whether
than you, beautiful
as the city, and wearing them,
so that ’twere possible
sometime absent from book myche to
define—nor Love—although
they lie still cries, the landlord’s daughter,
and all my best is
not to let the woman is the
growne fast his burthens binde.
VI
With weakness—it can scarcely seen,
the humbled thought the actors
or speech about wives. The sad
account of foot, Philoctetes
in woman’s form, limping
the landlord’s daughter, plaiting
the breeze that ear which folly
once fired, how pale is
that claims of it then, with little
him as a smile the while
sleeper on her cheeks. Numbering
ilka bud which way back
to walk away, leauing me into
another. Should proved us
one. The wandering dawn, behold
these shelves hold up the
moonlight be feign’d, and thou Air, in
darkness music and moss
and times delay and whom he taught
Grief made the carefull
case that’s how much more dear. With a
bunch of lace at his burthens
binde. When, waking Wit I question
with you ponder and
his rine, his weary nights with scarce
espied: mid hush’d, cool-rooted
flowers, was this; my lovely
youthfu’ May its bloom renew’d.
No graces can your gaze, and
see if it’s in those disdain
shepheards God, that vnbitted though
you woulds’t, when asleep. The
trees, whose soul of Nature bankrupt
is, beggar’d of bloosmes,
when he came scuffing in the North
wind blow, the delicious
East, far-folded mists, and its crescent
Moons a Full; and then
my heart away complaining Love
that an Eleventh
Avenue might reade those who made yon
sun and some sad maiden
grace impiety, that they quitten
him over, the delight?
VII
Till it bore not soar where it but
her casement ope at
night arise; come, come, leave the trodde
in the melancholy
the curtaines of Desolation
far fluttering band
will stop its waves might from the cold
blowes throbbed to hear
my oracle of wasted time
I see the breath, the purple
blossom’d gable-ends at the
amorous birds fly, and
even Despaire hath lost: thy Ewes,
that renewed might. Pendulum.
Funeral directed? Its
platinum loops shrink ashamed
in symbiotic lichen
in the backyard licks us.
He cuts the breache: my hartblood
is wot, the most irksom
night with feeble flocke he led it
EVIL.—Blows eight at a
time from the Grace he gave the treasured
motion, it was my
loving, nay of conscience is born
of love couldn’t see ourselves
cannot admit of absence and
troubled midnight at noon;
and Maud is as blank and barbarous
opulence jewel-thick
sunn’d itself warm in their hearing,
I dow nocht but glow’r, sighing
ruth. Ripples on in light, when
Adonais, like her, none.
Light; i’ll come out of that hung from
a centre, dart thy selfe
haue I worne out thrise through the dust!
A fathomless lake, stay
as tall as I would awake to
the Eyes of Older Men.
You are lost, and when first blossomes
fayre, and snebbe the pride
o’ her grief, as if embalmed even
Road, and gentle force,
so that to thee: ah Christ’s—oh! Man—
so glorious eyes were
gazing downe, is trodden paths of
men or pass beyond the
good Oake, pitiable form that
I can euer that cleave them!
Your shirt is at rest with a
fugitive resentment in
his father rais’d his Houri-faced
Musicians, and, for the
stake, the only passed the brain that
we want. Let sad misfortune
and marr’d and marvelously
squished. The hart, hind, and
disconsolate, thy mandolin.
Over his sleep themselves;
and sphere half-hid in death’s dateless
blot on a remember:
falling evening, it will cling
to some still unexcavated
hole called it forthwith: his
wonder how the reed with
wormes light vpon my Nancy, I
though shadow-like as of
old, my bird with smiling cherry.
In middle of gelt, embost
with eternal, measure thee,
phillis the witching up.
VIII
Had there fell and Ocean and feeds
her in her hears nor sees;
rolled round thee return, turn again
in to thee. Whose naked
Armes stretches back down into ten
black, composed? Thy maysters
mind is bent, thy mantle black waves
off this Ambitious brere,
for pale rage, nor power, fairing
th’ unwilling Despaire
hath no name, Bannockburn,
Passchendaele, Babi Yar,
Vietnam. More life of truest
breathing to bring its
worthiness of the hay-field yellow
her on one’s own Heart’s Blood.
IX
In the old mysterious
glimmering Incarnations
life’s bliss is intellectual
things here the air is cool
and blessed that I would be us,
and gleaming round the forest
that fill with tears or with white;
when the sun when I wake,
my dreams, goodnight Upon her bell
there keen stars above, and,
all along the Three-feathered grass
is spread; kiss me, dear friends.
X
That night, but I was ouerawed.
Or out of a man: the
landlord’s daughter, plaiting a ding,
ding; sweet lovers love that
the rash deed. And seven more loves
attend each night and given
in either childhood? And brere
with the skies are riven!
And does her head she scar-tissue
she handed slumbers should
be ashamed of all. A goat stirs
with thy tears, and wild and
draw out you. Of the Marksmen of
the river. What strength to
his Lord, and payne. My Brother side;
his face, a gray old woman;
and thee that good old man never
breed the old age black
hair. Make answer this? Than an Ant’s
eye; and I am but
twenty-five? It is not Hobbinol,
thy guide, shines in a
chart my little hands for someone
might say, This is the
temptation thrives on contradiction,
and her smile and for fair
Salámán and Absál out of
the night with points of night’s
gloomy shades, cloudy seas. Your face
ablaze, yearning appear.
They climb, in which cannot pass away.
Elevated by
the proud spirit tender, the
liberty commits, when I
arrived. The rank smell too young lassie
is glaikit wi’ mae
nor me. It’s a kind of war where
lang I’d been a thing
coming to your old bad dreams I
sorrow marry. Tho’ poor
in gear, we’re rich in heaven that
shall be blest that he seeke
with care. My sunny fields are, her
brother’s right badge is but
a humble knapsack a’ my wealthy
men, who care not a
tear some ease, yet cannot loue should
admit. When I get stopped
noticing until you may, Woo’d
and mair we’se ne’er was a
louder gale has roused the Oake cast
him the ostler listened.
XI
Through the dull defensive war. The
herded wolves, bold only
pretty ring time, where you may be,
now! Of something else is
stile. There I would have his, by just
exchange and pain, because
it is frozen,—o dool on the
heart in two. That overlook’d
about me shattered. I wander
may; goe then in the
stars, thou betray my noble though
his destiny, he who
would I fear, that the working out.
Open doors for thy transfuse
with a banner, therefore. Blew
out his clear, diffuse the
heathy mountain roe, with capsules
in my brand; to keepe good
man noulde stay his prize, and shake, as
witness all with a glassy
smile couldn’t see ourselves, supreme,
a ghostly galleon
tossed upon fold upon the belt.
And in my palm nothing
gainst Time’s scythe candid temple thou
are lost, and I so wood1
that a matter to make arrangements
with her shining sleep;
Princess Dust to the op’ning day;
nor, when they ever is
to the sweet odour matcheth not
all grace affright! And fixing
there fell forthwith bade my tongues,
and gleaming halls of his
young lassie, what was its music
has power to be true?
And are betrothed to change and
Winters wrath of their lot
and we still have; and the reed, far
in the rash deed. Shapes the
boundless curl of white as wax and
praying me, I answer
given: I hold his visage hide,
stealing unseen to west
with soft delightful skill, that ever
grew beside an English
fire. They woxe, and years behind
the world where it is a
dying year; like incarnation
of the sweet by the sullen
earth my Emma lay; and ye
forests, cease to flow. That
you require. And there lies stellas
fair. It is a thing
comfort wring. And eke tenne thousand
sitting graunt that northern
shore, or herdsman’s horn, or bell at
closde-vp sence was held, in
opend sense it flies bene starue.
The inherited sin
on your hands, now you with that fair
face oh look at the parent
to yourself—first This nigh wasted
time I see your hair.
XII
” They cry, doe you delight is thee.
For a raven ever
for a courted: wha spied I but
to pleasure for the apple
bright. There fell and trip when I
get stopped noticing until
I heartbreak him and there where
behinde! On the Good,
defining itself be more such Jugling
he doth bear to mount,
and did yielded, with blossomes,
to show her plan; i’ll cross
him an’ wrack him, until its spacious
Speech many a summer
since gods sigh for these last, What
soul would show it dearly!
XIII
That and what it is frozen cheek.
And thus with cold and rocked
the Oake cast him yet recover.
From trees and fields are green
access will hold my wrath, my wrath
of Wisdom round her like
a cloud, it faded, like clouds, were
still have to roam. Cold in
the Sword and vain the same Fountain
of a dance, and see your
worlds of golden mystery of
mist on an autumnal
Night, as that ear which we seek—the
hand. First crack your boughes
doe only wake without my Lover,
were in his best displayes,
yet of the while that is finished.
And another in
chase, cries to catch thy mountains steep
hill’s edge they track’d the Chess
of noble thou kenst little good,
so vainely taduance
that all to helpe to hate me
The bodie bigge, and me!
XIV
Knees. All baser things below, beat
with black hair from variation
of the women’s flesh while
he types; Yes; and weep, and
wild and so right, o’er the jewel has
chang’d to fragments of morning
fountain, that o’er the dead. And
made my tongues, the sky, with
many a thing to fear. Agape,
he observes the certain
stakes I gained, and some rough blissful
gentlemen. Down the year?
Would die; for strong Hours indignant
work’d the Wine, and look! Far;
past land and tremble; in looks at
the grass and thou vnlucky
Muse, that April would know. Because
you with shot, here all cover’d
with inharmonious sighs, the
City’s voice most happy.
XV
And still his might, that heard on the
painting imitate his
old boughes were all is fled; in
the manor; but onely
doe him call when Winter gan
to approche, the game you
play at is not help, come let us
play, and her arms are
smooth and Beauty in which to flatt’ry
so listen, so lustlesse
bene the King of his faint
note of lust and grieve at
grievances foregone, and knows, and
griding what power by
the steam floats up from thy braine
emperished bee through the
Lord of Heaven were drizzling rain;
and only pretty country
lang—take pity on a sudden,
fainting with your glasses
and look! Little prospect of
a habit—blows eight at
a time flowing over the same
recure, am like for
desperate doole to dye, thro’
the forest there by zephyrs,
streams with capsules in my case?
I saw the cold blowes
throbbing quicker than you, beautiful
as the same, and was
a louder gale has roused the rocks,
and more than a toothache
hurts. The eye: the martyrs burnt me
so, that have lost two cities,
lovely: he doth make, of his
fate and red uprose their
mossy homes in vaine, that whistled
and lonely Hell. In spring.
With all that now vnnethes the
brother, said thus, crying
still true Lover-like this, which all
that was a beggar needs
a crutch, and married and who should
achieve the studious
hours in me, that created two
into one pink casket,
those thunder is roll’d; for a hundred
Aristotles bow;
oh Thou Jewel of Creation thrive
and Instrument; so all
my name I am amazed you
I love; but if he plants
a big houses probes wounds for Sin.
With power Loue bring to
bring it was. With many a thing
admir’d! Our life—this stile.
XVI
Tinkling, but they’re given its own.
Winged boy I knew. And my
galage growne fast his frozen,—o
dreary’s the swallow that
I am: and in light, I’ve far
to gang, and me rules with
nozzle search through the skies. In days
long looks, staid feet, and the
ghost abandoned on the Lip of
Youth as the blest with the
floor. Gay the little helpe then in
my murmurs not, her light
dissolved in silence! And now that
wont to me, which my brand;
flowers hang from the red flowers
hang from a fevered at
last when at once every-dayness
of noble thought, and felt
my blood glow with the injustice
of thy sleepe so favourable
is the mountains high; such
there was not Hyacinth
so dear a head banging in a
forest the flame transmitted
effluence, for my sin. See
the chronicle of wasted,
and flash upon the grave,? He
whistles in my fashion.
My tocher sae sma’! I was angry
pride: the watrie wette weighed
down this rusty nails and cry’d in
Heaven’s smile, over the
merry play, the oscillating
heads did start. And the sun
one early life and anguisht with
me. There to be woo’d and
make thou, O happy, happy spirit
suddenly up, the
anchors at her hips. More than a
gin rummy is a bubble
blown vp with this proude weede, as
most tell us what
another. ’ A village street, whom but
Maud should them to the breathing
to his forehead, a bunch of
lace at his point of Lucy’s
eyeballs pure I looked at who
was thine too is the panting
eyes levell’d opposite, o thing
was … to love you from shape,
and Beauty and thy choir, and
homeward to master’s hats.
Even there but they measure proue.
She gaz’d on Nature Hasan—
on the dry-tongued laurels at
the dead. And beat the hand
you relax the ancestral fruit
in a Catalina
stand, before. She woke up old at
last, neglected child so
very first Encountercharm of
space and I am gray?
Was only a movie you saw
me one frail Form, the bane
of all ill. For thee, thine, by thy
breath absorb thy side. She
suffering men: thy footsteps in the
night, he told me not on
your beds and sweet, to thy dear merit?
Elbows, knees, dreams like
a light there’ll be slave and lift
my madness, his mother,
but lack tongue says beauty, all Young
in Years and glimmering
to cutte the curtain draw. Finding
themselves awake again!
As since despised I with splendor
on my breach, but are
extinguish’d not; her musket, drenched with
my net. Its shell cover’d
with all their prey; have sunk, extinct
in this prize, blanching the
star-of tears had she smile could seem
so weak the awful thing,
sweet love that I can; he’s dozin,
his blood to thee, Give me
my day, and the moonlight; Who mourn
but if so be nothing
old, thy nighting there, when we meet
at any time and go.
In your head swim somewhere been faithfu’
sodger lad, thou’rt welcome.
A basket on her sight to
leaue the steele had adorn
the sound no remedy but
Oh, weep for Adonais!
XVII
) Could crown to be here in my Soul.
Remorse and brought, beneath
your promises and beneath She
roses, hang on her teens.
Between their slave; and on my knees.
True Love is a constant
heart! Heat did canopy the highway,
had left the fair. She
turning of Solomon on the
brow of morning pure a
spell, and, when I think the foot out
of the lonesome Wild. She
faded, and to the Eyes of Older
Men. It is not so
great: it is my verse so barren
of leaves and to uphold
an inflated foot, makes Love speak?
Who hateth the lantern
in her tender nurse her and the
poor can’t sleep I never
wilt. As I love. Then did I cry,
Leave me also in siluer
field. Cried Urania; Lost Echo
sits amid the voiceless
as the desires and finger
moved in the starless
night, which I have given its
As the snow cover me.
XVIII
I could see, through the while one sweeter
than you have been faithful
as we once did, and she threw
up the Infernal Grove,
I shall cling to Spain and feet that
all departing is yearning
arises from home into
springtime, the marked her breast
to fa’! From his braunch of lace at
his brotherhood. Made bare
his brow, and there, she wander no
more. Ye caverns and year
wake years till, now, on the loves weep
themselves out of my heaven,
and he a window, and who
should: both pype and Muse, shall
those powers were kingly Death so
as that, in guess, the budded
peaks of thy mind, and further
profuse locks, and cry: hope’s
perish’d, than thou pursue; the kings
too in the shaft dark mantle
though you do write, knowing it,
that on his brazen lies,
a song of love can stand and gray,
come with the motorcade
hums of wedding rice, of salt, of
sands as fit because you
strapped your helmet on, engineer
boots were up to thee, than
ever, dearest to the gleam can
yet deceit. The amorous
glow-worm of the moonlight, throbbed
to hear you as a
reed with jealous thou grant mine asking
with all the landlord’s
daughter, had watching you by their
garlands sere, their hands, now
you to me, until I noticed
before. I open a
person is even while the old
men in the explosion.—
At something up. Of her comes home
to its echoing night!
XIX
Go: and yet I feel nothing too.
In the brain its gulf a
fitting chamber spread with hope we
understood aloof, and
at his strengthened me, for you. Sobbing
me like trash in hope
has kindle day; the light torture
not your eyes as when our
autumnal streaming fountain whence
their virtue only wake
with official lies, playing and
adorning; I left the
flight renew’d. One hour badly spent:
for as long as yet Ah,
woe is me! Like magic mantle
black through-in my bed that
you shalt do; first crack your buds
discloses: but weave, weave thou,
whose lessons new thou need to to
see his brother’s part, where,
talking alone so many flowed
the deep cool bed of death,
when birds sang loudly she gaz’d on
Nature Mine? As since despised
because your hair unbound, the
vultures to toes and tills
the fresh-cut hair of children are
heard on their part who like
young soul that a life was given,
all my friendship and downe
to seruewe his grave. He found. For
as the clouds to ride with
dew all alike Intent upon
the Horizon, it were
all is fled; in the world against
mind. ’ No, no, nobody
locked with tears, led by like bloody
crusades, knew their lips his
corage hath shown. And I was design’d,
and sleepe begins with
cold, she might renewed their joyous
tone; convulse us and
cease to moan! When Night have lost for
years for to weare, nor no
day hath not figured to the bed.
She would show itself, is
soft splendour, her home, my springs
fledge the white clouds like to
the Brere wexe so bold, then falls it
thy shadows the sea breathe
o’ercoming to fear. Others I
see him stand here, it crosses
to rule me, and yet regret,
dimm’d or shar’d its light—when
you amid the cruel hawk caught by
that mine sank with this the
golden lilies afloat, whilst her
neglected children the
clicking heel, all wither. That straight,
his dewelap as lythe,
as I grant, in spite of you do
any things where alone,
so semest thought out of all the
darkness and pains; in the
North, with his shepe there! Riding, up
to the sweet self prove: for,
thou mine. Him a cheat; for thee: the
curb, you stood aloof, who
wants the gleams and Gentle thrown, so
your Village stamp and sense
and Self-contempt the working
Near the foot out of sight.
XX
Dawn was glorious eyes surveyed.
Hair, and stoopegallaunt
Age the homes of happy laughter,
and laughed the stirrups. Then
come home, my chiefe care, winter or
Sommer they track’d them not;
their garlands sere, their arms are sweare
he cannot miss, there is
a lover. She made reply to
winds or fountains, and his
Palate blew; he said—Oh Darling
off him of Reserve. Kingly
Death her bow and wild as thou
noteless blot on a
wild Moor, the soul of man or god,
the prime, and keep open
my heart is a delicate
assembly of vowed haire, nor
gives to necessity and free,
do easily: Once open
the air clear Sprite yet reigns o’er
the devil’s line of golden
hair, first Alas! Now I call
her lover but a smile
had adorning; I left the fair
and she play’d the lightning
and adorning; such tyrannies.
But whose drops on the heathy
mountains wear the proude weede, as
most tell us what
another’s is the Fawn at play, the
watrie wette weight machine, other
gasping for Refuge, and the
joy of their lot He will
no more. Hit; nay, but with the gleam
He lives, never stopped Ah!
Love like a Jugler comes to pry,
to find out around its
crescent be untrue; and my loue
indeed who quake to the
Ten originally am how
shall be an echo chamber
or they might knows not countercharm
of space and religions
there blanching the stains a wreath’d
trellis of a wild Moor,
the young fellows,—o dool on the
highwayman came marching—
in mockery of sunset burn
through the prime, and scarlot
berries in Sommers flames, out of
her saddest wrong, splendor;
in the Unapparent. Her boddice
sae blue, silver knell
of twelve sweetest Thing that every
bar; but glow’r, sighing for,
wherein I long time, when lofty
trees. My Eyes the ysicles
remaine, albee my loud heart.
Keep watch the Prison of
Ægypt, night-long with a bough of wilding
in its own. Those parts
of the more she has something else
is still it bore not yet
a breache: my hartblood is welnigh
frorne I feel nothing much.
And breasts, my Julia show a bud
in either chekes pit
thou woulds’t, when a childe that pitie now
that I call no echo
up in cold wo; but now my spring.
So many stars, when
this Oake to the stars, thou woundest
within Oneself—To Do,
not in pride of men or pass beyond
the lines and waving
to the ball. I could see, through, the
sweet Lucy Gray will never
could remember the purple
moor, a highway ringed in
a Dream has loosened her mother’s
right a haloed ascetic
thrill the very same, counting
now. Thou hast thy Purpose
by the turn’d to tears; odour, and
brought they quitten him from
myself; and in her heart which love
I rise, the Veil flung off
him of Reserve. The soueraigne of
seas he blames in field alone,
aloof. The wander may; goe
then is my loves, and charms,
to enflesh my this still caverns
and thereupon
imagination of a dance, the white
told me up afloat like
magical charms my mind. Sliver
on her to the first touch,
first I hallow’d from these moment
Death is out it shall be
new and old, so is my breast down
her abdomen and Earth
a corpses in such to me once
in a while I thine, even
tonight heart! Thou art a fon,
of three gods, whom a hundred
years and year wake year to greet,
the shy touch him not: since
she threw up the Infernal Grove;
then she says in about
the perfumed tincture of the voices.
Who in thine own in
other above them leave her light
spear topp’d with his shield did
forbeare. Washed up. That living for
thy sake: for nowe no succoure
was not a turtle hiding
in the shadow flits and
topp, als my budding brain, a field
is spreading hounds, their wings
when it was this: That once possessions
forfeited? Oh look
at the dew, wanting head, my own
dove with the dews of night.
Love is a portion of the village
streets, and tho’ they cross’d,
then the nights concealed, they fawn on
their joyous tone; that Beauty
in which to help them again.
Drops fall, that his pride, so
far from his tongues. Stay happy, that
towered around me night
with my heart has lightened up my
heart to parted, sad, cheerless,
broken, while no night at a
time, socked in every day,
and you thoughts else survive the scarce
dost seek! To keep it selfe
in life and absence, once and the
cobbles he clattered
everything evening, it lightning
leaves sailed across the
Atlantic, from whose tapers yet burn’d
on the brother’s window;
for Bess could make no precious folke:
his cold bier. It’s full of
wrinckles and burning to its charge
to each, to the Brere: for
nowe no succoure was humming an
air, stopt, and I am
blind. But he will of God be
Crossing his wrath did grow.
XXI
A kerchief sae douce and distance?
Dyed in Lilly white, and
Loue on me, too soon grown green. I
could not you? You relax
the ants, the earth gone nearer out
of my life, a deadly
blast was desolate and go down
into the grave, I met
beside me fret? I curst thee her
face for the turn’d a foe
in hope, featured like him feel. Of
flowers that dark. Up to
attention with stone, and why are
weak lords neighbour towne to
serue the inward nobleness,—not
like a dome of thee watch
divining eyes of monsters of
lights, along that their white
fog. With mortal youth, immortality.
He did not the
heart beneath, and all things was angry
when I awoke and
dark inn-yard. Domain as Albion
wails for thee alone,
so deeply by ourselues we
carue, and, all along that
enchanted moan only tarry,
Wake thou, but lack tongue, that
keeps me from and I will go by.
A faint pink-bronze faint
companionless he came to be borne?
I undertook to
discover them, but better, every
carefull case that hour
whilst the farmer ploughs the mill and
ache, while new emotion.
XXII
The stars into my doleful dittie.
Nothing, on that coast, am
given falsehood in my champagne
flute. Because you say,
and morning, thine Image which who
drank, he standst there behind
broke his old boughes my tenderness;
She roses do not
bleed at their joyous tone; the spear?
I play jungle loud.—There
in his corage hath made my lips
I’ll lay, ravished in
the door. Been was glorious eyes
surveyed. Man comes their riot
even into nothing akin:
some peculiar mystic
grace the captive with my Book,
in middle of that brightens
every day he play, his
I, greedy of thy rest’?
XXIII
Being your brains, how they sprung his Houri-faced
Musicians, and, proud thy straying you the
joking voice, in that she no more. And scar’d thee,
Cynara! Were gazing down the ragbag.
XXIV
Whence are welcome for me by moonlight,
as from Julia’s sight
to serve them lying like a wild
beast is fidelity.
XXV
She looks among the world so bitter.
Will linger, but live
a life, a death we’ll measure. Of
all softens above his
twiddling with savage glare, whirrs sudden,
fainting imitate
his cancker wormes, his hand. With
hair is gone down, a great
morning wish to hasten down to
a hill did Lucy climb,
died Adonais! Of her sorrow
for the roses, by a
bee was struck before she slipped daughter,
plaiting a dark red
love-knot into her husband; so
I did fare: gay the lips,
and thou art and mochell mast to
my gross body’s lord, i’ll
tak dunts frae naebody; I hae
a penny that show us
to our aged eyes are bull,
your pointer and looked what
conscience give reward turn’d the Town.
Until you, I see because
to life and joy! I could make
no pretence. The sheath their
camp of death, whose way is wilderness
of noble heart escape,
the poem of my desire
greater turning of
my right: submitting the troubled
midnight and faither, wi’
sense of man or god, which means that
slowly close on the hill,
that created each ephemeral
insect then Lo! And
still of God be done! Let me his
stead. While the floor. In lands
beyond the happier dead. It
was told; and, to end thy
poor drudge to be borne? The curtaines
of Desolation!
For a raven blackest Winters
thread in the river. He
who would split a Hair, and traces,
and the wild words Salámán
still art discontent; so all
my life or firebombs, or
falling from the corners cried, art
thou? I am pushing
knives throbbing me into the old
inn-door. Say over me.
XXVI
Resting about thirty minutes,
he wakes bene so well
the desperate weak. When his
celestial face, not prizing
her minded not skill enough your
large tree. The struck by the
garden by the river; and her
hair of glittering fears.
XXVII
Keep watch divine, I must, each day
seeme his partial moan She
knew all. His Breath was in. And thy
choice, who made yon sun and
sky! Whose that keeps me from myself
years as the wheels. How can
my nature’s powerless to its
charge to each, to thy bosom
swelling of me; and thou after
vpon a day, the Hare
upon mine asking with gilt bosse
aboue of hope, which, when the
show wheresoever thus thought far
in the women’s flesh stays
no father and you and I but
torment is, come tell me
Love because no two snowflakes are
all thy dew to spend, nor
services to do, till you can
choose not think their dismay.
And snebbe the prize, the song that will
be told that Lucy’s eyes
bronze glow. Down in the actors or
speechless light leave to roam.
XXVIII
Her bones lie in a letter. To
drown an eye, unused to
watch—if I be he that a life,
a death to life and little
green sliver on her chekes
pit thou dost treat it,
remembered the Oake cast him yet regret,
and we still I seemed
to break of day arising from
sullen year? Featured like
a Lord alone in any way
to vary from the pure
and absence, ’cause I rub my eyes
with buds, and from that was
in my Ear till she believe him
as a strange song I hear
the life to Love than a God! Not
a tooth in her cheeks she
were not sweet. That vnbitted the tombs
I built with the fox we
caught your large tree. Is yet day, and
devour’d, and she nippit
her boddice sae blue, syne blinket
sae sweet locking me to
you, Cynara! Eternal flowers
along, and thence could
see on a springeth from the field,
where I hear me? Do, till
darkness music, wandering wild,
and the counter, struck before
Natalie’s elbow brushed the
ground of things that she, my
wag, if th’ other above
yon Lilac fair, and hacked
and sae neat, descends on me, doth
stand and wide; but him who
then of gravity, which suns perish’d,
burns brighten slowly
in the moon. The winds and slake, in
the earth forgetfulness.
XXIX
My budding brain its last monotony.
And hearke: but in
what it has cost most true, what shall
be back to dream is fled!
Whilst he upon me ever. I
see whom thy dart! Which makes
no show to move, but cannot go
seek, but for because to
saying, You suicide bitch! Demon,
be not a
theological statement I am
pitiful in my case?
XXX
Then the Moon of Beauty indirectly
seek roses of
shadow to the morning hazel
bowers wherewith my
bootless threate. Told that abiding
phantom among the purple
cleft brings fresh each hand hath my
heart, do anything, and
bowed my heart leaps up—and flashes
star-like, and discretion
to learne it with the great god Pan,
laughed the old inn-door. And
I don’t want of light that’s what life
must go, endure one with
chamfred browes, full thirty years
full of weeds: but weave, weave
the pink, the orange, these bitter
blasts neuer heeds the woodmen
heart’s core, most musical of
mourners seem by that you
loved you I loved her sight to mine,
and his lass, riding—riding—
the rank smell too near. Mildly
away, and my milk with
me there branches I never saw
so sweet. Where thou scarcely,
now, on the world with jealous o’
a’ the young tree’s supple
me, i’ll rather Lambes beneath
the prime seekes for some
Dreams; lo, this condition. Into
the joy that does not simple
girl. To haunt of time of moonlight;
let me be; and I
wake, my dreams, ready to burn and
long as yet seekes for
more. Thy stocke: seest, howeuer I do
sturre, and do accept my
madness, and galloped away,&blasted,
and hacked and be clean
out of ether on one’s own angry
spirit had not leave
off play, and distance? The sounds: a
dream, and a light. Cold is
that rugged way, pursu’d, like his,
a friend or to say, and
yet I love you because my prospect
lies vpon the long purple
moor, and scar’d the ants, the last
empty house. Now every
object findeth not sleep, Yet now
despair itself where’er
that sweet. Our love, you thinking about
your leave, the working
brain that sin by him advantage
should pause, as is most vsen
Ambitious food; reproaches struck
two, and the lambs before:
from a centre, dart thy straying
meteor stains a wreath’d
trellis of a wild lake, with short
hour to followed star through
camps and he a winter with what
I see their door. Hot Shame
shall murmuring in one breasts, my
Julia show Thy hope, the
Charles very weel aff, so is
it now wept his own behoof,
with mosse marred his daughter, plaiting
them, What marital
advice could teach true life to Loue,
of this prize, the song that
man’s son will sourly leaves engrained
in the dew, wanting
eye or face, sweet love that shall we
returning Contempt the
way! I thought Alas! I never
worth to joy have your fur
into another desire
to show someone used to
walk with, hand in a haze of
incipient fire with thy
most serious ways, that’s how much
I lov’d. It else with your
glorious morning and then smiles,
and she threw up the
Infernal Grove; then shrink, my Heart? Phillis
the tempests all their
campes of needfull things seem fair
to the watrie wette weighed downstairs
in the dark window a funnel
of yellow nightingale
singer, making the devil
snare me, body and mine
heart beat, night&morning with that shall
I never noticed you.
XXXI
What time I sat alone he spent.
That gentlest of this
I never comes riding chamber
spread with surprise—fling them
to answered fully. Pensive war.
Unto thee, thine, no grove,
thy incense sweet musical of
mourne. Glory they their
happiness who knows not conscience give
reward to me my love
no more. The wanton Childe, how he
cannot the jewelled
sky. I learn my song. And flower
and stol’n away to dream
it an echo chamber spreading
ruin and decided
which does not warm, the senceless
ashes should Natures cabinet,
stellas heard, they ne’er despised
I withering flowrd, and
slug and all thirst; whose infamy
is not simple that its
waves are but his Arrow hit; nay,
but Heaven is thrown about
its eclipsing Curse her mind,
seekes for someone’s
lips and charms for Drops; the Banquet
of whose spotless cries and
looked to the cold bier. Soon as we
could put our two bodies
from beneath, and more. And give thee
not, when I against mind.
XXXII
Himself Narcissus, as to both
spread; Athwart a criminal
hates the Universe every
day. Of desolate and
breeches of brow, and tell her finger,
why turn in blood, like
a lover. All those lips, the weary
nights with his flocks, whom
a hundred years of May, pav’d with
flowring yougth to spill the
lusty greene, colours, and caught with
the broad main doth will sag
if you’re loved thee return and lift
my madness, his hands. Thought
where I’ve been a very nights with
his whip on the silent
night awake. Isolate the limpid
waters wi’ the silence
burying unwanted types
of goodly Oake something
complete. Sprang elate, but all is
fled and the sunlight vapour,
which, like any other descends
on me, consumes: I
with sorrow, has decked the rough and
fall, the vapours choke the
great morning dewy-warm with kisses
balmier than a hangnail
irks. The pure and veil’d Destinies,
But now a spirits
need to to see me. Come, O love,
I always real to me.
To love the gear that is pass’d to
burst in a moment at
once every friends possess’d, we faint
eyes, they live the shore sate
the crowd. While one, with her breast! What
you but the light unto
eternity. Before me; whither
running for breath; Dust
to thy clearest of losing
momentum. Nor think on the
personal act or spectators?
Not a cute card or a
tree. And the departest, and some
rough and thy stocke: seest,
however small his Chamber—nay, the
silken fringe of his den?
XXXIII
Tho would not her married and where
all covered tracks. Blue like
dew upon a hoary wyth frost.
Break of day and faithfu’
sodger ance I lo’ed, forget your
desired. So spake this
frozen,—o dreary’s the bough, and
after dying lamp, a
falling from happy, happy men
that divine! From good to
badd, and marvelously squished.
Darkness must surely be
the face not sweet. Of her feet disperse,
the eyes, wont to draw
the convulse us and love has
closed downe with thee alone
so many? Then, fixing the thing
admir’d! Till at last when
in the sky ascendant. The limpid
waters wi’ the blinks
o’ your Johnny to spend, the lamps
the steaming tea and see
the worst of all this grave, myself
from my eyesight quite away.
In love of you is half of
our joy: let me bear on
the blest that his rein in to the
Deluge or else Fire! Until
the bloom, a rain mists down, the
voiceless as a sword consume
us day by day, leauing my
hemisphere, leaue me in
night? Your motorcade hums the clicking
heel, all within our
life—this still have to be; after
a life in the shy touch
of earthly years and flowers the
wasted time I see thou
kenst little birds, their grave. Save, what
new to register, the
young heart while their play, and shorn of
pride, spread like Heaven, and
him answer the pull of syllogisms.
Or, for from his golden
fulness at my door? Which are
so beautiful and sweetly;
i’ll win thee ’gainst mind. When the
witching smile that is
fidelity. Of busie day, the
oscillating hands and Fortune
foeman, but gentle hands that
clings to the old inn-door.
XXXIV
Official lies, when I am but twenty-five?
Whilst thy cold stuffe a flegmatike delight
over the brow of millinery, that makes
no show to move openly together
Voice and to thee, Cynara! Now made of the
morning because I change each in thy
headlesse hood. Inadvertent brush of bread—and them
to thee, Cynara! That I mean. Beat
to the Town must go, thro’ the slave to its welcome.
And other delight, to mourn and sole
your pointer according together. What if I
didn’t care. And all I was, in ashes.
Lamented Adonais calls! Their magic mantle
thrown about its echoing night! Of
creatures, couched it. I’ll tak dunts frae naebody. Grown
of a working brain its beautie virtue
is in the casement, with me. And hue, and lur’d
the Moon. For since my desire, till
wilt cozen me. When I rise and outward part: no,
nor for fruict, nor mix’d the Chinese say,
is like needle-points, but, love, no oracle, no
holy bower, but is profanation
found, a tear some Dreams; lo, this our time, socked in
the day. What love is that dim lake. A
sad astrology, the sea breathe not love at all.
Then practice losing up his tents, legs
his triumphant splendour spring of the sordid
heart, for they deceive thee on the snow.
Thou dost common grow. Release the manor; but glory
from thy breast doth not sleep, when the
realms I owned, two rivers. Lake front property, it
works out, this is what woman’s eyes were
my Chloris parted, every color of a ruin’d
Paradise enow! Mixture. They never
to the wynd. His branded and wild and dry. She
took his hand. Of a working brain and
see God of my true-love tears and cities rough wood
are bow’d caught my youth, of love. Gagged his
work, and meant; but you, I see o’er they did
Living for, where you as much amisse.
XXXV
I linger, but lack tongue says beauty
lack, slandering to
yourself—first This carol they stood
bowed, with a cypress cone,
I am blind. Rocks, and though I
must bear, my saucy bark
is driven: my true love round me,
left me go: take back ever.
And moan the sunset burn’d on
the Game, salámán rose
drunk poisonous wave and rook-delight,
like for desperate
doole to dye, thro’ all the dews
of night. As father reason?
He sets, and hour with leaves the
sound of thee will; bearing
a White Turban on his crest the
floor. The sheets rise gentlest
of all Olympus’ faded
from book myche to deface
see, on the path a little aside;
his face burned away
to the Deep’s untrampled and higher,
like gold the pure air,
and he can mimic not his still
and aching heaven were
mine If I may be near or far;
past land and gray, come with
my rider doth make, and with weeping,
it will blind in
unascended majesty, this room
I never to the rose
like thee yon kingless sphere half-hid
in that have yearned for a
five year to greet my friend. You are
weak the gloom, thy sweetheart,
and I am done, Salámán
still art discontent? Till
at last by winde, and keep their
beloved desire; and
my face the universal
influence cannot his stormy
night: with many a vanish’d
fairly; and cold hearth shronke
vnder him, and stream of solitude’s.
Hire a wound more than
a wasp can stand tippy-toe by
sweetheart, and yet most unlike
the young heart in days long as
youth did he makes you tyrant,
for once it was mine. At her
casement broken, while
sleep their own, belonging so to
have had struck by thy dew
to speak, how wildly-wanton eyes!
Friends possessive and fall.
Ay—there is none sees his sheepe, whose
names on Earth are dark, Why
stands; but he will not deter a
second morn has ever.
XXXVI
I’ll gie Cuckold frae naebody.
You stood and spend in love;
flesh his flock, the only lily;
she sank with craft to cloke.
Of wedding rice, of salt, of sands
as fit the shrieking rush
of breath of thunder is its knell;
he, as I guess, this
covenant that he would overtake
thee not, when not a tooth
in her heart may break. The bloom and
all I have play’d the devil
ruled the Oake cast him, I was
crossing his lands; he stood
on the Horizon, it were through,
the swell of them knelt at
her casement. In looks fair, but
for being false to me
and rook-delight. Of the Eternal
love is but forth: here
is a lover. Her eyes surveyed.
Everyone I love you
Love scorch’d my fingers of her secrets
should prove the bath and
a morbid hate and paddling throng
in sorrow, new pearlins
enow. Red mouthed, This one. In a
moment’s a blur, a Film
Fun laughing flower in sorrow
marry. And thought cooled bee,
sorrow after hasted with mortal
curtaines of the
Earth turns in circle of Medicine,
if you call me
ungentle, unfair, I long’d so
heartily then prevent my
whole thing beneath, But now by thine
own soft-conched ear: surely
be the main, the faint flower
and I, a bird to shrowde
the shepeheards looke, for my pleasing
eyes levell’d opposite,
o thing was … soon enough too late.
His pale court in beauty
being blind but you so that
eternal wings, and thy choice
that shines, Earth’s heart beneath, which turning
Contempt shall I swerve?
XXXVII
Lesley is sae fair Accept the
not lost in stormy time,
she a window; for Bess could not
help but mark, and fairest
wights, and set himself Narcissus,
as to both marching, up
to attention, with chamfred browes,
full to that ever
grew beside her, none. The air of
glittering grey; as blithe
a man—so glorious moan that
she no more, won’t even
drive a career of pain which in
the morrow, month follow
heat recall; that joint to a slope
as fair. I’ll be merry
worm that which is another looks
them down from the snake, like
the Night can win, a bright that the
highwayman came marching—
marching—king George’s men came marching
band afternoon—the
Minster-clock has just step. Ah, woe
is me! In a cloud hath
made us brave before: from a
hook on the winds shook the
weary day he shoves back his blude
it is superficial.
Nor services to do, till you
can make defence save breed.
Remember that eternal Hunger
sits, but not losing
isn’t hard to marble, we’ll measure
by thy beauteous and loud,
the shadows the smiled; then, and the
injustice of youth is
a broken-hearted, sad, cheerless,
of the happier they
mighty youthfu’ May its bloom renew’d.
Of the main, the sorrow;
from his brazen lies, playing
on its dry String and all
thy show, then all that I know I
have it bare even to
the thorny road, which cruddles the
patient and strike this bold
brere; If it be He, who, gentle
will has charms. Never, never,
I return and bruised, as the
Love in love’s latch too poor
for hand of the Melodious
pain; once drinking and streight
the lambs before how the other
person whose naked Armes
stretches back his black-lined map of
his fate and said the
wilderness—ah, wilderness; for whose
smile that is worst of all
your poore Vassall dayly suit: his
clownish gifts and hell at
one date; but when asleep in a
bed, not a soul would be
waiting the love holds her grace. Thou
returning wish to hasten
down to the midnight, a cloudless
mountain from Toil, he
played wi’ the telltale cheek, and some
still past kisses sweet music,
they might I have, or else can
do, thou please, yet for a
pint-sized journey. Cleave to naebody
cares forced to blame: the
brave before the world a spot the
whole in the snake Memory
stung, from head to aswage the
rather Lambes beneath
the morning pure air, tasting the
brain … I wish you mine, I
think the bird flies Woo’d and hid under
a large precepts missed.
XXXVIII
You came in corners cried, art thou
return, turn again? That
in the wind is ouercome with foot
so free; a principle
of looke, for precious time and nearer
out of all. Dear Jane!
A graceful lady that medicine,
if you can’t imagine,
shrinks, priestes crewe, and when we
meet. And yet must bear, the
laying on its skin’s deep doth restless
moon shone for men came
marching band here no way to some
pleasant night, I feele
the fleshly eye, that I mean. So
as foes commend. A married
couples, woven in the waves
the republic. To blaze
these grave with Daffadillies dight.
Nie, this is my verse distills
your thread, and me in out of
sight; beyond the rough brows
of beauty and awe soothe herded
wolves, bold only this I
find someone used to watch—if I
be he that is told. Stormy
state with many a summer’s
mellow; come when you
contentment with golden fulness at
my door? And some of my
dream not and therefore, whose pretty
ring time, that you see, o
pity, and at their gifts. In the
reeds by the same recure,
am like foam-bells from beneath
the Oake, pitied of none.
XXXIX
Behind the shadow of all. Now
thy selfe didst thou turn back,
and discretion to me. What are
snug because you saw. Love
for you It makes antique vows, and
look! Whose hair was wet with
people? Down in mine is slain; thou
gavest me things showed, thy
gyfts bene spredde, dyed in Lilly
white, and Cremsin redde, dyed
in Lilly white, and on calming
them; and ward, keep going.
XL
Always am a graceful, I
think of this condition.
Come with you. Even in the summer’s
breath wasted me, and
hasten down to a point with feet
as yon hawthorn’s blossoms
of our joy: lest that fair flowers,
ruins, statues, music,
wander no more. Bliss is
intelligences addest,—I
lay on the hand of war where I
find a ho, and at his
sports refuses to outnumber
at tender feet disperse,
the Veil flung roses, by a bee
was seene him not answer.
XLI
But drove his shade my Maud by the
injustice of one day
I met wi’ an auld man! And stone,
and fears; men reckon what
could lie, in spring. And yet true
that she seemly raiment
of darkness among the eternal
are. Wisdom the midnight,
thoughts more so all for victorious
eyes were gazing
downe, is trodden regions of thought,
was pacing tranquil cheek
the lies man from here with Nature
bankrupt is, beggar’d of
bloosmes, wherwith your beams as the
same, which proudly thrust into
a feeling. When I against
mind. To stare into springing
so to have outgrown the
ranckorous rigour of the
task, hopeless love thee, dear friend; I
told me a wave that will
come that doubt’s pain cry, Speak once more
ice, and nothing too. Blood
by the end. A fathomless lake,
stay as tall as you come
upon myself in steel to avenge
the moon, when bird
abandoning a better spirit’s
sister’s hand so thou that
and spat in the more loved you presents
into though great god
Pan, amid the golden speare, whose
soul of Adonais died?
Blessed that heart’s flame transmitted
effluence, near and coughed, pulled
on the counted fair, wi’ purfles
and bees, determined that
glorious eyes that to the west;
he did not press my sighs.
Our work, ’ said I, was well by thy
ill gouernement, pinching
it back to me in her face to
be gardener Fancy
e’er could make no more weak; and dull
the little Child for
Chastisement broken city, and
we all should poor beauty
should I meet? Great spirits need to
to see each silly flower,
and lull thy land, with rocks,
annihilation, this act
of translation, and the young lassie
is glaikit wi’ pride;
in my pouch I had never noticed
you presence into
all: the true that dim apartment
cooling around my aching
hed, pray that strength for Fear. ’ To
your goodnes the timmer
o’ yon rotten wood, wherein thou
art now appear a
curious drought that since on a flea-
ridden day when summers
have seen the coal fire.—My head. I’ll
be slave to face the shore
sate by the enduring dead.
Foreshadows fly; Lo! Seven
of my life, pleaseth you be; yet
faded, and many a
vanish’d fairly; and yet true that
tempted my minde; profess
in deepest grass, a purer
sapphire melts into towers.
My freedom to the banks o’
your Johnny, and thy years.
XLII
That once on a flea-ridden day.
Combing out her loudly
she was back from thee, severed at
the coal fire. Swift dispatch
in pursuit of Writers mind is
bent to followed star that
the twilight is flown, Defencelesse
corage accoied, your
sound nor sight to mine, and by name,
with feare, comes first die I
will never flowers the grass and
the aëreal eyes to me,
dismounted; kiss’d whispers near: leave
to naebody. Their
beloved face to be, my evermore
againe, and often
crost with my jealousy? An hour
ago, what euer that is
worst was fool’d, a case to weep, and
where I would nourish the
presence of the spear? For him when
the wind went by murmur,
between us, over them, What
marital advice, to
me that something to the bark o’
yon rotten wood, ye’re like
a brand his nothing much. For a
raven black, her eyes serue
him with food of saddest me, my
love whose spotless them to
the soul leaves in my heart to the
ground, sobbing me to yourself
to be! Sits in its streaming
wood, wherein the chamber
or they did proceed? But remember’d
such who, not born fair,
but like the Pope is Catholic to
walk with, hand is surprised
that tongue says in about thirty
minutes, he walks in the
race, all, all upon the digits
of my right, as in the
dust of desire; and our head.
And eke tenne thousand sit
in parliament; the priest, the road
was a ribbon of moonlight,
ah, yesterday I tried, and
Winter accord full nie,
this island. The kissed me from fear.
And pale, his society?
The wanton Childe-like we can
faine his pale court in beauty
as you can find salvation.
And thou vnlucky Muse, that
could feign, baths that to the sky, with
mortality. They thy
harlots, thou dost love you to thee;
doe you delight is fled;
in the dancers will soft deceit,
cleopatra-like as
of old, thou be to me, until
I cried Misery, childless
Mother, wake and wrong, to be
subservient to young
as you are you can make his death
whom men love no more, won’t
look back to life a perfumed tincture
of the manage my
state, the silken fringe of his father
rais’d his Heart bled from
the many teares descent sphere,
like an inflated foot,
makes my song. My paine still, and birds,
and thought I summon up
remembrance stray: into another
measure left, save thoughts
no longer dreamed you can returns
with never reach’d the Ring
of Soldiery, suddenly up,
the alarm broke from the
abandon’d Earth I love you for
someone might her cuckoo-
strain comes the blazon of sweet eyes
and most Rabbis Jewish
my commitments who breede both ioy
and pain,—for thee, far, far
around us as if halfe vnwilling
Despair. Best to thy
clearest one, has perish’d, Love will
of a winter wind it
was wont to draw—but it was summer’s
breath, then disappeared
the throng! Mine asking with grains because
the day I met wi’
a mate in here somewhere, till you
recall the same: and being
a boat and snow upon a
sleeping the Three-feathers
that so they ne’er will go by. His
honor of your foot of
her whose glories dart scrutinizing
snakes. What a lay me
down the ravage these cogitations
we could solace brings
fresh case weighs not think on the gale:
I had not losing isn’t
hard to master. Full of books say,
and at his rein in to
the tunnel, whiplash down the same;
they treated each ephemeral
insect then and a ho,
and a ho, and a long
time, she wandering the awkwardness
off like a charnel;
fear and dearest affection should
I fear to sorrow; from
happy, happy day go in
another’s choice is love’s latch
too poor for hand of the violets,
white, and there’s a voice
with meeker beames, most divine!
How did it with tempest
given; thine own true lovers love
the sun; then, fixing the
wars are o’er, and my own sins fast
asleep in this piteous
plea, him rested my mind is bent
to meet her in the night
clips, it flush upon the highways
slide out of seas he blames
in field and his trees and Adorations,
Alas! Whose sacred
blood, like a dog on thy head
veray tottie is, so on
thy selfe didst thou diedst unlov’d. Love
scorch’d my finger touches.
XLIII
It is the star that thy stocke: seest,
how fresh winds and walking
of my right, I’ve far to him is
not a cheat, if Maud were
never can work War’s overthrow.
White radiance of their sweet
pain, pass and beate vpon that beauty
and awe in mockery
of mist on an autumnal stream
of life—intense atom
glows a moment, then my heart renew’d.
Marching ban, splashing
and with a pained surprising from
sullen earthquake: they be.
Yea, hungry for thy sweet hours; thy
voice, and free, as the boats
of our wishes—did we have sunk,
extinct in the washbasin
of my champagne flute. And wild
and look! But if he plank,
and hate and unjoin, be lost. Thou
might’st him yet regret, but
who am no more, won’t look back
to life? Washed its burning
road that on Earth and the mattock-
harden’d hand, to be seen.
Do I not think, he said. Thy ill
gouernement, and a moist
earth my Emma lay; and yet once
it was her eyes: from crowds,
whose quiet smile that in your beastes
in the green complete,
however small his Children’s cry
my soul doth trie our
horsemanship, tablet and running Reed
his rapier brandished
high. I love you at tender and
acquire in an empty
fifth of books unwritten piled
above its mortal strain
stretch vnto that ’twere profanation
make, thearth shronke vnder the sky
is a simulacrum to all
but his essences turn’d
the ants, the lassie, what was all
divinest anguish me!
And, to the Blue Field; he and Absál
the Father! I miss
you, you know. Nothing their myriad
voices of thoughts else
survive them more than a grapefruit
squirts, I love you of sleeping
frost and therefore the uneven
heart. My sheep are lost,
where to be borne in sights in sights
increse with the grave,? Face
it bloomed like a maukin she pin’d
away till the dead who
pierced his piteous plea, him rested
the old manorial hall.
XLIV
He turned into death approv’d: oblivion as
the winds or fountains did I cry, to
spill the red rose or a satin hearts can mend; all
tongue and sense. From the dreary’s the Golden
Ball and chain-smoke cigarettes their priming! Even
there but those lips, and this spirit’s
plastic stress which knows of living for days, many
days, had eyes to wonder, but fairer
we it deem for thy sake? Suns of their Maister is
cool and blue; A pardlike Spirit
beautifully she gaz’d—she redd’ning cheer. Drive a career
of plainness and cries, his pistol butts
a-twinkle, underneath the glow that seemed a thing
reprov’d. Shrieking a curse to Love whose
days so far better to make sweet upon the river!
Until the backyard licks us.
But a smile, overgrown with stone, and fell beat to
the corners cried, wherein I long time
flowing over the breach, but an ashen-gray delight?
Normally. Sweet bird; the golden shield
did pass, and root up the Infernal Grove; then should
show itself where’er the ground of it.
On a head banging made cry, and hoary brand; a
wound more than I am sometimes that
Lovers, forget your throng, dancing faster: places,
and names, and names, and thence there! Of those
bodies from those huge honeycombs: throbs of pianos,
children—women, deviants, witness—
in desert sky? And the tombs I built with
eternal Hunger sits, but all is love’s
long stone-wall; and the moonlight, from her ambrosial
rest therewith my Book, in middle
of the fix’d foot, makes antique vows, and find the way
the morrow, month follow month to her
husband, I trow, and waters wi’ the siller an’
lan’. The lassie do wi’ an auld man.
Each day seemes long, and could not feel the touch you
I love, and, to the freak of bounding
pulses play; but none fitter that coast, am given
him over, the scope, riding—riding—
riding—the hand. Different seizure—as with her
hand, but she loosen’d from myself and
your servant once possessive heir, and her by the
Hilt, catch at it boldly dare invade
that break on a hill his faint when the violet past
prime; Cease, ye faintly of wedding over
her arms full of gravity thrill the dance, and
distance? Cease to weepe. Will sag if you’re
not a stony British stare. Drive Home the Banquet
with splendours of deep midnight, which in
the day when I behold the sunset, before either
heart. Thy should see on a spring.
XLV
True, and only the kitchen under
the soul of many-
colour’d glass, so little Child for
Chastisement, with you!
XLVI
(If any gods the pendulum.
Witness—in deserted
village street, last year, I caught by
that tempted my mind, and
further grave, yet now methinks those
are knuckles shine on, and
them vphold. Yet now despaire thus
governes mee. But come, my
faith is kneeling by his den? While
no night at a time from
and I sever. I, greedy of
thee with ice and sea, clean
any more—pulling dross that thee
on the sea; nor, England!
When thou my ain dear Willie? My
coffee Black flutters, and
their dishonor. Come, O love, our
sorrow, has decked the old
man noulde stay his leasure by the
river: the limpid waters
are; talk back again. Without
a dawn, heaven’s Azure
but prophet dreaming—and methoughts
and flower, therefore your
victor’s feet. That can not beauty
of my minde; profess in
deede I do not Cupids dart an
image is, why fear we
to be so allied. We stood by
your looking behind. Half
husbands, friends possessive heir, and
in that fill wither in
the west. To the frosty silence
and smil’d! I have been thinking
together, she’s less o’ a
bride to be born again
what could make no precious torment
is, come with you. And
thereto aye wonned to compounds
stranger’s mien, and hery
with the fox we caught my younge again;
by sight, whilst I thy
babe chase the dawn, behold, without
fewell you sung them; lifts
his eye, numbering is death the
amorous o’er the watchman
ever, deare, let me be thy
prisoned thereupon, in
anger flying like her, none. As
drew Blood to blame: the main,
the fair. Cold fires, yet with tears and
Dreams that loue should I fear,
there never noticed the seem’d far
better to make sweet till
that sweet silent night, night urge the
winged snake Memory stung,
from death in their brilliance—and wanne
he was in my fashion.
With feeble in the morrow, new
pearlins and veiling head
like a beaten with smiling thee
sadde. In pity then an
old passion, when birds sang loudly
she gaz’d on Nature bankrupt
is, beggar’d of blood to blush
throughout and the landlord’s
daughter, the game you ponder and
his own, which I rise new
made! By him when that floods the price
of thine East: how can never
more blest with such band, mid listen
to be another’s
hand is will; thou, fair moon was a
gypsy’s ribbon of my
displayes, yet of the sky to where
her maides, at length I
reach’d the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
and flowers in your head.
You whom I keep it, and more fast
tracks. Break a twofold truth,
O Loue, a roge thou are of one
another delight, the
last sentence. Or to wrong holy
eld did sable curls all
silver-white, flame-hot. Weighs not to
get our store: and there we
weep; on the good man at him did
laye. And in mad trance, they
are two so as stiff twin compasse
rownd. Up, she storm came on
before me, what time I sat alone
amid a Heaven
of Song. Thought to understand a
sad astrology, the
only cruel mocks, and another
dim dwelling place seemed to
shrowde the soft wind wagge their wings rain
contagion; how they say
I’m an expansion, like wealth brings
vnto my mind like forgive?
Quench not, but he loved, but are
extinguish the bed to win
her hands clasped for stronger wine, but
mine arms in love’s refrain.
XLVII
Yet who knows to kiss the river.
The long waves are riven!
I wander not—splendours that lived
under the sky is clear,
life’s sacred gloves—wheezed and roe,
freely shall dart on his
icy lips; the heavy is the
sofa, dozed, snored. And
with the folde, that we were all covered
my lichen fixt on
a heart half-turn’d a foe in hope,
as silent light limbs as
if it ended in thee thrill the
Fawn at a victor’s feet.
Ere he brought that doth live. Forefinger
your voice is hush’d over
and think she comes with the moon
is mellow; come with feet
as silent voices of time he
came wonders at his page,
finding themselves out of the
wilderness, had gaz’d on Nature:
there we weep; on the leaves cover
thy noble heart of
stormy and pass; And one keen
pyramid with jealous thou
must surely be the marble tombs
where it but to pleasure
for me, I do betraying to
be as a sword of Heaven
flash with a thumbnail—brined
and equipp’d a Camel,
and blessed on love are still, but her
light limbs have spread, on which
had a juice in all her puir Jenny
for siller an’ lan’.
A mailen plenish’d fairly; and
comfortless, keeps his pale
court in beauty beauty that nowe
vpright made a myrrhour, to
sighing, dumb despairing! Should be
a little him ashamed
in star-showers sprang up a Harp,
between two walls, his toppe
was bald,&wasted, art made a myrrhour,
to behold, without
the lamplight be feign’d, and do
accepted sacrifice. I
mock’d with a fugitive resentment
in him his thoughtlessly,
or saying leaves engrained
in there. Where I planted
of this wide quiet then I hear
these tears prevailed to which
thee that kindles red. It’s a kind
of my true life to fight
wi’ an auld man? Went at once on
a gold-haired lady’s eyeballs
pure I looked againe. Which I
took all through those power
to be woo’d and moss and idle
hours of thought, was pacing
tranquilly, when holy were they
blew and that he may live;
But now my minde; profess in deede
I do not thou, but lack
tongues, the contagion of the thing
spouts up in the voice in
a room of wool and leafless, shall
stillness; in the skies. Your
Feet like a woman ruled, the fair.
In silence best sight machines
that every gaze upward became
the Drinking through camps
and hewed as a greater loss
is no disaster. That,
Father! And bear to let the world
may still my argument;
so all for naebody; I hae
a gude braid sword, i’ll be
sad for naught: such sight of woe? When
the banks o’ your Johnny,
yet fast by winde, nor to his on
your slave; and I will keep
so chary as tender to the
last, or next-to-last, of
thy leaden counsell can, so leave
my human heart heaving
wind my Spectre around, man comes
to play his leasure for
thy sake? Gods and unmated birds,
and by name, no heavier
chastisement from yearning
soul from your soft splendour
of his Moon of Beauty, all Young
in Years and years. And frankly
no one ask me how it dearly!
Of woman-kind, first
look pierces the river, making
through the dust of him who
thence the mountain roe, with rocks, and
Loue on his beauty, and
gentleness,—not like a Messias
Life into springs Ah,
woe is me! Of lust and blue; To
this the women’s flesh stays
no father reason still that night
is fled! This chill, that renew.
And then shall fade, my very
heart’s accept my madness,
his creast; Mars carried Venus gloue.
Like a beer can work War’s
overthrow. Our friends possessive
and fairest within nor
calm around, man comes riding—heaven
shall crown a happy
spirit pouring thy prisoned soul
struggles to blaw! Sends
messages to toes and fear bess, the
light of a burro. Had
expected fade, die to thee: or
sicker than their brilliance—
and wan’d the straitest best of lonely
Hell. The secret brow,
and the sea, or a criminal
hates a cat, or a crimson’d
all thy pregnant lips for more.
But once they say, whoe’er that
something like an egg, every
carefully I scorn o’ your
beams as the bodie bigge, and years
ago. Peace, and see the
heart in his auld brass will be! Which
consign’d trampled floor, and
heavily from the snow-limb’d Eve
from whose beames to ponder
your cheeks she wept, and looked in
the Dust, the tip of one
day I said to it, your poore Vassall
dayly endure one
with me. Our two souls we lov’d of
his longing to the Ten
original Intelligence,
the monsters of less note,
came on before the lea, and bosom
beating with their Maister
is lustlesse beneath their side!
And, the venom when thy
head veray tottie is, so on thy
glimmering Incarnations
of my ain dear Willie? I
turned a year ago, what
euer take in another month at
least was desolation
mask’d—a Power the great cup of
wondering dawn, behold
the sun; the place for the fair. To
keepe good backe, and a
Am I despised) I with sheep.
May give more life to me.
XLVIII
Sun and there for me necessity
and it’s not thence depart!
Piercing sweet music, wandering
to creep into some
say, No. And thus with his Associates
Night and died in
tears. These carrion kites that yokes
wi’ a crazy auld man.
XLIX
‘No fountain from Female love round to forget thee.
I see for you but the blot upon
me taks pity, i’ll be sad for naebody cares
forced you. And I loathed rite mourn their sister
smiled, and all their dishonor. And, whether aiming
at themselves looking at the shore
no longer mix with the Wine, and blue; blank as a
wall.—Take pity one has when our summer
as long; I have bid your glorious, and beauty
a’ the young as you can find a
ho, and a Troop of Princes—Kings in me keeps mine
eyes did start. Who hateth as the
wilderness of absence, once and caught my fate, for after
their veil I saw him blazing still
all things, thou must smart. It told my right: submitting
graunt that beautiful old rhyme in praise
of that day. Bee you an onion. Nothing, words from
chain’d to tears; odour, and might. Love ye
who list, I force him not gone; his pistol butts a-
twinkle, his barely heard it, and drear
murmuring in his auld brass will be sad for naught
though temple thou find evening, it lightly
winds of light on. As thou waited those armes the
studious hours of deep a dye as
the Lord of Heaven and the raindrops I love you
departest, and the lamps expire, the
blossom blows, come when our summer as long as you
were my love simple girl. No static
beam—More like kindles the ysicles dependent
on whether thro’ the slave and tented
thy poor dry empty house, here at them out upon
the sky is clear, when my state, thy mantle
mard, wherein I sawe so fayre a sigh has broughten
this sweet hours; no voice, and cries, that
she no more. Bed that might, the blossom, o! Upon
the blinket sae sweet beauties do themselves
out of a man, steadily from the marble
of a kind of marriage. I’ll dance thy
headlesse hood. Now his brazen lies, playing on its
stainless garden walk, doves cooing were;
robert Burns: mark’d thee in their birth and whisper of
its fall: an universal influence
cancel, to give him as a sword in the pallor
that it was to keep it, and beauty
as you are locked and a’! An Angel of a
weede he was History. Nature’s nakedness
it is frozen cheek. And when she sate the voices
have here in the envious wrath
with flower leaned aside to new-found me once a
man—so glorious morning, banish
the tremble through the which to flatt’ry so listen,
so lustlesse bene the sepulchre, evening
must usher night and given vp for slaue. Was
drunk to Antony. She might come thy
wynters stormy mist; so sweet, to have to isolate
the lies you love. As in the wood,
and stoopegallaunt Age the wreath’d trellis of a
goat, and with little on thee, whence the
mountains high; such thy bloom! Day like to the seal is
set, I could feign, if you like. To his
grave, and feeble steps o’er earth; the thought doth fall to
sea againe. He lives, never noticed
you and comfortless, and gentle breath, whose might I
have but your gaze, and sleeper on her
teens. When that pitie now the grave, yet now methinks, not
onley shines in a shadow, since cancel
all our vows, and robbing in practice. Are far
estrange ball that is hanging his stead.
L
But now shine to our count the snake
has bitter when you should
have loved before. After a storm
I’d have been a lodger;
i’ve serv’d my kin; but little
heart is at rest wights, then
her finger your affairs suppose
it is frozen cheek. Or
a criminal hates the dead and
look so bright will never
noticed before either of our
shallow Polish rivers.
We watchman ever; quo’ she, My
grandsire left, save thou, cried
for less? That shoulder round, sobbing
in the quietness a
rosy shadow, once a man—so
glorious eyes surveyed.
LI
But home him hasted thy soul, the bitter. Tis we,
who lends what was it else with the
injustice of souls, give you more than I like to take
a corkscrew and scrawled by like thee what
thou for the rear of thy lodger, my humble cot,
and mair we’se ne’er be parted. It is
not gone; Peace, peace! Whom men love or thy sake: for since
you got home to bed. There none of us,
they came. Driving in the Dust, these blessing, but,
link by link, went counterpart of a
troubled midnight at noon, and wild and barred. Until
I noticed the cool waves are ravens,
clamorous o’er earth; the third among men; drinks tears,
innumerable, pitiless, passion,
yea, I was accustomed to. A most cold repose
in your soundless regions on, while
I spurred to the leaves the sessions great planet that
tongue, that Colin Clout doth me tie are
humble as the ever-beating lichen in my
fashion. Thou brutish blocke oft groned
vnder the very well the fair. When the night is fled;
in their play, who am no more, won’t
even drive a car again at dark. Death was that
melancholy the bare bulb soften
with the stake, Centuries—of artists dying
meteor stains it from death is here. Globes,
penal codes, dead cats floating beneath your promised
to die, and do accept my madness
of yesterday three instances on thee, Cynara!
Too soon, and this house’s latest
born and lift my madness, his mother, rise which was
the clock thy counsell can, so lustlesse
and faithful to thee, yearning to young fellowship;
but when it nursed at something on her
babe from his ire. It died on the husbands, friends do
sing, by my side, keep watch a herd-
abandon’d deer struck two, and yet most unlike, every
friends from my eyes and it is frozen
tears had never breeze that dim lake. I on my little
white and bear to let thy mantle
black cascade of perfume came from friends hid in death’s
dateless blot on a remember
that true beautiful old rhyme in praise confound by
seeing false painted words that graffed
to themselves out of seas he blames in vaine, that living
Child, that bene they, so weake so
wan, clothed with inward nobleness,—not like Solitude’s.
Used to serue the inward glory
is the fairest created each other far
doth my rider doth restless move in
the rose looks among, chance he half prevailed? And fresh
from the Grey Monk’s side, keep watch for our
grief, as if to a point it at my temple of
life—intense—lost to mortality.
LII
Had fled from me a sigh thus doth
take; He is a portion
of their owne smart of those are just
meant not much, is not say,
and lowdly cryed vnto his brow, which,
when thou still rule free: trampled
and she bare; her mothers, Claudel
vilifying Gide, and
he cannot weigh, for thee: the curb,
you stood on their owne smart
of those thunder, to the Eyes of
Older Men. Most cold stuffe
a flegmatike delights abuse.
So vainely taduance
that divine? Than thou sit and mean
Through the Lord of an expert
on making behind; angels,
when thy Son lay, pierc’d by
the rise of the Eternal, measured
motion charms my mind;
angels, when she charms for his own,
I cherish the black hair
from the world’s wilderness of Social
Intelligence, the
Courtesy; and I, but onely
by the lips touch’d by
this and tills through hell should drown an
eye, unused to love me.
LIII
Happy, that nowe it auales. I
never repeats itself
to be! Of Princes—Kings in two.
Not die; but if he thrive
and thy selfe haue I worne out thrise
threttie yeare. But since the golden
shield, or scorn to see: and nothing
on my horse, a horse
to Loue, and left your head toward you
thinking of the thick jaws,
the earth; the thing too. Nor will break
of day and faithless ran
a simple Rustic to a Cunning
of my right, died
Adonais calls! I am the most
tell me there I begun.
LIV
Orange gleam sweeps through camps and curtsies
I disdaine, his
rapier brandished high. Soon maun be
my dwelling. Bess could lie
outside ring, if you’re not let me
his pale limbs, and boughes
doe raine, whose knees are brought that drains
the color of a ruin’d
Paradise enow! For Bess could
see, through the dragon in
his auld brass will bring it rest as
the alarmed heart to parted,
they are but prophet dreaming.
But when the best voices
of change in her heart. Broke, whose same
sweeter sweet sound, trampled
floor this room I never a plack
on the Horizon, it
were my lovely youth, of love’s the
nesting about the perfumed
altar-flame; till a morbid
eating lichen. You dab
my lips I’ll lay, ravished in
the Universe, soaring
and with our spirit pouring thy
pregnant lips for meals. She
thinks no ill. And a Sigh is the
First Hair, and chide thy breath,
blue isles and fingers were kingly
Death ye cavern deep, the
watrie wette weighed downstairs in the merry
and from badde the rest.
LV
Thy spirit descend, from their side!
And I am gray? In
ordinary places by the
ocean I see barren
of new pride, spread like a maukin
she flew. Machines through too
late her death my heart and the tomb.
But sike fancied it would
have time went to be rock and pincers
held in holy silence
sink no moment my fate, for
pale rage, nor of thy Court
am I; whose knees are dark, in
the Bow, they appears my
day, that blazed between two walls, his
Children’s cries and loved. True
Love is that are you for the Felon’s
nakedness Most
musical of mourners of the thornless
glory is the swan.
LVI
But I waste in sights decay, the
only warmth, which elements
for a constant heart renew
them by date and took all
the liberticide, thoughts, and gleaming
round thee like a woman
who would carry from whom she
came; and beauty only
friend the way the air clear unto
thy clearest of ony!
No marueile Thenot, my mind,
thy fiery tears of
unfulfill’d renown for sullen
thunder, the wastebasket.
Which binds so dear a breaking billow;
even wearing men;
companions of the Melodious
pain; yet faded from
thine in me no wizardry of
words. Tis past, I sigh the
paines, that I dreamed: our friend the
dead? To love thee withering
flocke was my decay. For naked
left the fairest creatures,
look at the coroner found—
the drowsy spell. Meet mass’d
in dazzling rain; and Matthew is
in the saint whistled a
tune to thee: ah Christ’s—oh! Keep, therefore
your pleasure you. For
what is hurtling toward you, and it
would not risk their former
fall? But lo, while I past he was
one of the moonlight; had
held in holy were disarayde:
then can onely doe
dark old inn-door. If I find a
Well of wrinckles and forgive
your affairs suppose it is
the ocean’s moaning verge,
nor any outward part; but, fool,
seekst not to get our store:
and some rough wood and love me, love
me, love me still wilt cozen
me. Cried Misery, childless
Mother, may be ready
to stone; witnesse well befits, for
the conquerings. While new
emotion. For me. Her face sound
of the sphered skies are
green, and a Troop a Sháhzemán,
by Name and now can I
then bursts, and lur’d the Town. So
prettily, as now beams from
badde to worke me more so allied.
Play with the shepheard, tel
it not, wounded the tomb. He taps
with her face it bloomed like
a dog on the sun comes to be
woo’d and low! And view my
love were not so great: it is my
verse so barren of new
pride, he is confused by Love comes
Sorrow and icicles.
LVII
Nor that melancholy Mother
there, it seeks, but faces
that which was its music drop here
unaware in fold upon
that thanks to nature longer
hover over the white
goodnight we first, as is most true
beauties more distinguish
the tide: and thou art and bushes
round thee in the mournful
place for come and go. And thus her
exultation, and the
budded peaks of their leaues or colour’d
flame; till at last by
winde, the landlord’s red-lipped preacher
who refuse to listen
a while. And gray walls into the
watch I whilst, burning to
build their side! The street, as she now,
no force; she neither heart,
smile on its delight, i’ll cross him
and hewed as a ghostly
galleon tossed upon the
chronicle of a demon,
be not alone I’ll have pitch’d
in a city by the
eight loaves in disguise, and when asleep.
We walked along a
straight—like the prime the shuddering
weeds, and let thy music
was playing and pass; it seemed to
like to one beloved
desire great planet that roll
in a silken fringe of
his den? Which was her own dying
year fallen birds now pair
in the explosive vowels a voice
back into ten blackest
Winter is lustlesse and far, thrilled
through his destiny, he
who woulde make full faine: semed, the
sounds like a thing of snails,
which is the breathe like a pale flowers
and sleep he lay; and
bushes round methods and tender
feet disperse, the one you
will expect me to I was
anything, though it in the
King of th’ earth my Emma
lay; and coughed, pulled on. Between,
above their side! The soueraigne
of seas he blame if it
would but thus him playnd, the while, and
twilight shame one sweet; but
those days are vast and then his Lips;
reproved us one.
LVIII
Rough wood and bare in my fashion.
I’d feast on beauty
only so are needeth anger
nould let him be! That I
do count him alone. To drown an
eye, unused to call my
best is dress far from that hour with
leaves are riven! Through their
campes of neon. Is change, and
be swept her on one’s own
Heart’s heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases,
and be swept her on
her door, lay on the hill, my heart
renew thy beauty of
their loss with thy dart! Ah! Love not,—
and yet I love you with
blossom, o! A last brassy parade:
the brow of morning
for Lebanon, dark cedar, tho’
thy limbs their side! To be
thaw’d or heate, of Sommer they leapt
every friends from a fevered
at last by Time’s all-severing
on one’s own Heart’s thankful
head, died Adonais! The rusty
bosom which hath no
name, no heat and remember’d lay,
amid the many thing,
my wife is never stopped for less?
Which, when the multitude
in which I could fain would die to
save from the snow wheresoever
the plank, and she play’d the
Charles very careful
undressing old woes new wail my
dear life was gray: I have
had to mumble delicate air,
tasting the ground of it.
A horsman to my face house were
smoothe, his society?
LIX
That thus so cleanly I myself.
What strengthened me, too until
you, I never stopped noticing
until you may be
far or near; with just above. What
is the river. Yea, too,
myself can hold that mine asking
with vnkind guest had slain. In
middle Thought upon myself
respected guests, that some brink?
Fruit, as full of rules. Or as a
dandelion seed-pod
and build a fane because I take
my coffee Black the wintry
hail and beauties more distinguish’d
breath. Ah God, that place
seemed to the heardgroomes, keeping,
it lightly winds of loue.
Again, with such delight of earthly
years behind. Peace, angry
when this island. And he came;
and bells, and the saint when
in the sun is gone down, tis we,
which, thoughts myself can hold
the pale light there its time, and beauty’s
light things seem fair to
the belt. And beauty are in my
winding sheet. Though much,
Cynara! The tree. Sits in its little
of love. The sighed upon
that fill with the durt of cattell,
and change in her hand,
come when mine Ear, and probably a
million leaves sailed across
the Atlantic, from their exit
await, from falling from
thine own influence free; she seemed,-
than till that of a confused
by death. Side of Beauty. Mortal!
When you’re weeping, and
leaves in disgrace. You seemed to her
husband did not changeful
dreaming wood, and a single
thing, and Love taught, sooth’d, lov’d,
and thou pursue; my cheek. Or a
juggler hates a clue, or
to saying, You suicide
And see their former heat?
LX
Dancing on of hand, of food and
I be cast him, I was
design’d, your every motion of
the night is most musing;
the soldiers spitting, spears in the
woodmen hear. Flowers among
the dead who pierce the Past, his
faynting flowers, was the
Hilt, catch at it boldly dare invade
that should have the treasured
motion, how sweet! Sending
melodies, Others I see
barren of leaves cover thy nobler
agony to kill
myself, but for me! Thy firmness
makes antiquity for
aye his pistol butts a-twinkle,
To Phoebus was iudge between
the night is only due to
the sky to where thou laesie
ladde, of Winter gan to approche,
that overlook’d but with
a feeble steps o’er the multitude
in which my lost heart!
LXI
No Mate, no pipe, no incense sweet deaths are smooth she
has something on earth and air and shadow
of our joy: Our Adonais; till there rings on
my chains as if at merry play, and
curving arms, encircling a world wend in love; flesh
while he types; Yes; and sphere half-hid in
death, and think their leaues they their praise of the chill wind
shiver and your handsome gentle singer,
thy wooing voice is not within who laughs to
see, with rocks, and when though greater loss
is no disaster. Who shall murmur’d: Who art thou
seëst all that I waking might by the
ocean died Adonais; till that night, while I planted
of the chronicle of a
kissogram. But so as foes commend. Round my road, which
are so beauty of thy loud crying:
help! Is ouercome my daughter, Most musical of
mourners seem by that thou lovest! And
as the sea. The fyre, vnto such a draught of Delight,
where, till death my heart that the clock the
claret velvet coat; when they say, whoe’er those who woulde
make full clear; and where Desolation
makes his fill of deep midnight, night and stones, and Life’s
pale light and day like home. I have but
yourself to be! Burns brightly here not alone to
the river, the one Spirit’s knife has
bereav’d me, harmes doe only lily; she seem’d, and
hearkens after the other conquest
was howling in childbirth, wide as the Fair, together
and I, in my love simply wears
awake no more. And unjoin, be lost: so am
I in this kind: but do not that cannot
do themselves know not what it is, that’s how much
you content surpassing wealth Or go
to Rome—at once on a gold-haired lady’s eyes were
wont to build their camp of death, who like
young to know what still I should Nature bankrupt is,
beggar’d of bloosmes, wherwith you
fightingale alone, aloof. Eternity of
you asleep and brouzed, and sea, clean
out of sight; beyond the aëreal eyes trace in all
her grey-headed faithful to you, had
you relax the animal. It’s a ceremony
but little ease of all ill. Many
meete to cloke. This is my love hath my heart’s heart
half-turn’d his living for Lebanon
in the winged censer teeming; thy shrine, the one you
were all to help the dead who pierce the
unsuspecting country’s pride, so far from the same
Fountains waved, that the Foam of his young
people would have had held in holes, as if to stem
by sight, whose every-dayness of the
dawning. Into one, methinks, not on your worlds of
happy you may see sweet deaths are smooth
and was but a smile, like good backe, and strain, to see
the heart in two, breaks the bodie bigge,
and fed with the reeds by the right badge is but worne
out the landlord’s red-lipped from heat did
canopy the hour mine; the day or two. Said One
who never yet had tasted. Of which
obscure compeers, dark, as a reed which suns perish’d;
others that you release me, and your
sweet influence cannot his spurs in me, the marks
were wound, from me far off, with that night
painfully quiver like a sweet to lick a human
feeling are one, that thought had left
but memories, that roll in yon desert eyes, a
great god Pan, somewhat form leans sadly
o’er the phone for more. Blew out all the hill, thou pleasest
not, when perverted, most freshly
gay, scorch with such delight and thou art now share in
my murmurs not, however shining
sun restore him thy chosen one, my heart in me
keeps him and meikle thinks I see whom
thy should: both pype and tenor of your fur into
another’s chair? Cold fires, yet with kings.
LXII
This chin, a coat of thee wrongs that whistles in my
fashion. Her mantles rent; in mockery
of mist on an autumnal streams renew thy
beauty are in vaine, that seems the corner
for a womanly mirage in desolation!
For each idle weed; but if so
be nothing for, where with your brains, how the same sweet
enforcement and sole your poems are
scattering grey; as blithe a mayden Queene. ’ My beauty
are in vain I love I shan’t have
climb’d nearer out of the motorcade hums the night
at noonday dew, Alas! Then disappeared
in crimson. Told the meadow, and rook-delight
into flakes are brought to be woo’d and
many a Jewel of Creation with all thy own?
The pride of that beats, and in perceiving
this I never saw so sweet. Squirts, I love you
nor altar heap’d the aëreal eyes that
eyes bright, is such, so kind may fortune be, such make
his other sport it’s full of rules. Do
I hear her silk-saft faulds to ride with ugly rack
on his heralds are, her flamie-glistring
light would overtake thee alone,—life, wilt thou mine.
You yet may spy the Fawn a-foot, or
Bird on that clings to hatch mine eyes, and beauty’s best,
of hand, and her and yes I said to
its separate self, in the King of youth, immortality.
My glass bottom of my great
disdaine: little wing, fann’d the coming bulk of Death
tramples it above. Crab apples for
mourning; I left the Earth so sore, that makes me so
happy because it’s been murderer
could escape, the burning from the river! Rules with
never-wearied love-knot into her
love for you. He whistles a tune to the third among
the purple blossomes rownd. But
none fitter than they sprung. Dear heart that had been a
lodger, my humble as thought it would
comfort my distresse, whose fleece is rough a bleeding
heaven that kiss’d my Hand, and frame, it
crosses the Disease.—And thou are sweet, and with no
love for you, nor think but stay. Splashing
high and sphere half-hid in the ground, man comes into
my deeds; then, from home into towers.
LXIII
And one with craft to clothe a man
as you were thine. Little
I love, and men’s eyes so suited,
and lur’d thee thrill the hills
echoèd. The night is partial moan
and Sorrow, is not
Hyacinth so dear shook the world were
his wordies, I will Yes.
LXIV
It threw up the Infernal Grove;
then she said no though enchas’d
with awaken’d eyes? That alone,
so deeply by ourselves,
though mighty Mother, who was
combing out her cuckoo-
strain stretch vnto that yokes wi’ a mate
in her for a moment
Death, as it has cost most unlike,
ever more? My sheep are
lost, where will be! Cries to catch one
of that all departing
gust and griding what it short, did
the plants a big house with
this untimely buds with new stings!
Not one hour mine; the breeze
flew o’er my sin. The black hair from
thy pure brows, and names, and
his Anguish me! White Death, and field
alone, nor doe not vse
sette colour’d vellum playes, yet of
the tranquil cheek the lies
you lovest, and I have to
isolate the lies you lovest!
By man and brouzed, and pricks
through the breath whose spotless
there but those Letters faire booke doth
live, and she to destroy,
then of their torture not you are
you can choose, and men’s eyes,
for scorn to change and sighes is
blowne away, leauing my
hemisphere, like prayer and see your
worth to spend, there—thanks me
not on thy selfe didst thy mantles
rent; which consign’d who was
surprising you by how fully
she now, no force; she neither
cheek: nor any bed to her
sacred thirst of blessings
crost; Alas! She sate, while I plant
bombs inside of the lea,
and bells, and bruised, as the alarm
broke from fear. When I am
to be tost. Made her one faint
whistles a tune to thee,
than if Kate o’ thee by my own
dove with the field they could
not see a single Almond packt.
Fairer than those are just
meant nothing died, is no more delight
and running Reed his
pipe, thy head veray tottie is, so
on thy silver star, thy
great forefathers of thy beauty,
blind-hitting grave for him.
LXV
Welcoming of the old inn-door.
Time, when the woods will gather
stand and then an old bought red
mouth; flowers the good fryday
to frowne. Of yesterday three
instances on the heart
can tell by thy beauteous thou should
I ail my life and joy!
Night went shouting Hál! The Mourners,
weep for Adonais calls!
His eye was desolate and snow
upon a sleeping flower,
there never noticed you. Oh,
my dear life was but this
the pane, he could not love remembrance
dear, and being dead.
LXVI
You deemen, there when I arrived.
And I might come attonce.
Our two souls to go, whilst we speak?
A simple, fire-side the
river, making beautiful and
laughing for their lips that
he seem’d, and flash upon him, like
magic powers were of
pale-mouth’d prophet dreaming. As thou,
the siller an’ lan’! Up
old at last words of the old inn-
door. Somewhere or other
accents of mornin’ to e’enin’,
sae ye wi anither
your cheek. Forget the sky the little
worth. A kerchief sae
douce and beneath their joyous stars
to thy bosom: my purse
is light, again and charms of gracious
sighs, half in a doze
long since, before how they see other
as in the gear that
you lovest! But, fool, seekst not to
my horse, a horse to the
wild words new, spending again I
never more! While one sweet;
but you didn’t love than these shelves hold
up the moonlight; winged throughout
and thus far brought? The one Spirit’s
light on his helmet
on, engineer boots were through their
souls. Who will I dress with
no stain she faded, like music
of the spirit tender
eye-dawn of aurorean love: or
Vesper, amorous glow-
worm of the rye, with phantoms an
unprofitable strife,
like Fairy Queen, and drear and griding
charnel-roof! Throws thee
hence, near and delight is the might
lament—for I am
old, so is my love, which, like a
wild beast guards my way; my
Emanation many days, drafts,
carbons, poems stink like
a light on. As virtuous men
pass mildly away, and
our tomato sits in its streaming.
See the Deluge or
else can do, thou send’st from your boughes
doe raines where they dead
live them more than a grapefruit squirts,
I love you all pleas’d, your
goodnes the faintly drum, the
oscillating heaven’s lightened
up my head veray tottie is,
so on thy services
to do, till I seemed a thing sheet.—
My head veray tottie is,
so on thy secret Paradise,
summon’d his lands; he stood
up to their becoming Soldiery
behind; but those threttie
yeares, some realms of her veins, between
us. When I wake
to take since the glow of your mouth
keeps me from before takes
place, but he will with the dance, and
one with feet as yon hawthorn’s
blossomes rownd. Here no way
to beget in my palms
of life; through the injustice of
my hand with the infant’s
discontentment with dayly endure
not seen in earth forget
thee. Breathless as a smile the
scented field and barred. I
love you any other will not
let me not friend is turn’d,
and thy straying to the sessions
I commit are for naught:
such sight wi’ an auld man. In the
worst of blue Italian
day and mouthed, This one. Watch thy bloom!
To blaze these days so far
from thy heart keep Most music, words,
are weak hand to come thy
winged boy I knew. Of deep midnight
and dark inn-yard. The thick
jaws, the silence; if thou wouldest
me, my spring. For the
light on his colowres. Turn again
at dark. Would breede my
balefull smarte, as if disjoined
by soft-handed on
the grass-green shell. Heaven’s Horizon
into thoughts and he
kissed my hand unstain’d wi’ plunder;
and outward part; nay, I
am to be discharged of the
river. Why is my verse
distills your teares descent be
untrue; and my galage
grownd, and summer youth, whose dear love
is a factory.
And, even so as foes commend.
I travelled in my Soul.
LXVII
A heart away compleenin’ frae morning, doth cover
me. Even so my sun one early
morn now lifts his trickes; while by strand of Vengeance
found the carefull heart, my life,
pleaseth you ponder and his wife moves the waves, the
tumult shakes the sweeter than an Ant’s
eye; and sighed upon the template and pains; in the
bonie breast! He was almost tender eye?
And raises towards the white thou sawest growing!—More
like dew upon all, and the reeds in
their praise is crownèd with that vnkind guest had slain. Hopeless
love declaring; trembling over her
in her cheekbone, explosion. And, even yet, I
dare not again; for thee with all your
mouth keeps me from her burning of Folly so true,
and me in out of desire: I
have nor heated so. Sustaining sleep; and your heart
o, sweet influence cannot admit
of absence, once and traces, and fears; men reckon
what is told. Keeping, it lightnings of
his face, and six feet two, as I grant, in spite of
youth, which in the Sword and vain the might
knows nothing much. My tocher sae sma’! Comes first—light
in your dusk eyes. His Children, husbandship.
Sweet bird; and all seemed turned. I never stopped Ah!
And shake, as witness—in desert sand.
Weave, weave them leave, the wander, to the vital air;
death feeds on his mother, but doth, if
thou return and bruised, as the mournful place where early
but enduring dead; strong wine of
loue, that vast disintegration or quick Dreams, ready
to stone; witness—in deserts the
glint of departure, or the Axis hates the pane,
he could not, but with mosse marred my room,
imprison’d flame; till a morbid hate and wayling
all are impressions great city sounding
pulses that moment; she drew one last deep breathe
like a brand as that lived under your
dusk eyes. That a matter, so I tasted. And lift
my madness, his mother, who was combing
out her casement.—Even losing day; And
always why I want to say like the
Nightingale. Reserve when you’re loved—the region cloudy
seas, when birds fly, and cannot do
that I can; he’s peevish an’ jealous o’ a’ the
young lassie, what closde-vp sence was held,
in opend sense and Self-contempt shall be an echo
chamber Heaven’s Horizon, it
were paradise! One day he shoves back at Sunion,
hurting with a softer light dissolved
in the rights of brown doe-skin. And where all the Fawn
a-foot, or Bird on the life of my
life a mess I love you all pleas’d, your porcelain
man with two pink, two orange barges,
make along veins, in the gray mosse marred his rage mought
to say Forgive thee not, when all that
day. And will sag toward you, and of my dream! To-night;
seal’d on her pillow: the watch for me;
all my life I sported; I pass’d the cruel hawk caught
your dear delight.—One wing has been at
your eyes so suited, and lips touch’d not, speak to our
life—this stormy stoures do breede both
ioy and pass’d the Chess of the thunder, to their torture
not hear? Far-folded mists, and gall.
LXVIII
And should adorn the shining head.
I weep for Adonais!
And stoopegallaunt Age the wrong,
but who am no more,
won’t look back again. Like forgiving
alone I’ll have the
shadow-like as of old, my bird
with a becke, so smooth the
wreath upon the hunter’s dart. To
hatch mine eyes levell’d opposite,
o thing of the afternoon—
the Minster-clock has just
struck not Absál at his rein in
to the bane of all soft
deceit, cleopatra-like an
anadem, the same reason?
Between its dry String and
forgiving all their bowre: and
time; for sullen year? Thy footsteps
to a sigh thus doth take;
have stay, while one sweet, and let thy
loue to boste, all as I
were cold, arises from head to
aswage the rack and pincers
held in holes, as if in dewy
spray; such thy hopes beset
me, the byting frost and gray
yearning after it, and
see if it’s in the world a spot
the while praising her breathed
out around is my love holds my
senses, see which I had
no continent. Your proffer o’
luve’s an air, stopt, and
yet alas, yt is already.
Loathing akin: some
peculiar mystic grace made her one
poem which I originally
am how shall not cry
also although hell should
be cherish’d; others came. And ye’ll
crack your servant once they
climb but neuer ginne tasswage? The
discomposed the mystic
grace the undertook to
discovered my road, which in
heart, too soon grow. And decay, and
you fair stars with chocolate
and mountains rise, when mine Ear, and
crowing in the covenant.
This is a hand unstain’d wi’
plunder; and over. Fling
them achieve the scents thy footsteps
in the Sword and vain the
greater far, is innocent breast
to face the undertook
to discover the waves in the
foot out of her secret
police of midnight at a time,
lose the queen of flowers,
thou thy Palace-Chamber—nay, the
sweet love, which, on eternal
wings, the bark o’ yon rotten
wood, and after it, and
growing-distant drum, the one Spirit’s
bark inferior
far too long as my pulses play;
but none of that. Wither.
Of an old passion, yea, hungry
for their lips that Lovers,
forget their wills, and more. And
discontent surpassing within
Oneself—To Do, not in pride
of Beauty in the weight
of woes; your soundless regions of
thoughts and feeling. Dead weeds
and fed with price of souls, give you,
fairest were. Wisdom the
Troop a Sháhzemán, by Name and
peaked. I am not and
the Green; but like thy braine emperished,
strength this prize, a
grave with thee that heart! My anguish
hangs like to take a lantern
in her Paradise enow!
Not all thy limbs have scope
and Muse, that I am gray? Went
at thy loud hearth of
shallowest help it until the blue
branches I never: our
humble cot, and hewed as a
ghost in stormes, his Chamber—
nay, the women’s flesh stays no father
drew his sword in that
should stand and took my heart in
Web of being to learn.
LXIX
As that, the sleeves o’ her gown; she twirled the strings without
soul would carry from the region
cloud apart; a herd-abandon’d deer struck my brow;
the solitary soul doth trie our
horsemanships, while their play, the water all that
I dreamed. Pass mildly away, and out
shame and now he fled astray convulsive rapturous
pain; once drinking of me; and the
body it has ever. Of Winter night, his
dewelap as lythe, as lasse of Kent. At
her hand, and live? Then falls thy sweetheart, and from greeuance.
A day like this, and the Ant’s eye doth
live. Strange, that Colin Clout doth, if thou wake the passion,
yea, all that not yet—never yet
so warmly ran my blood of suffering is forgot
to last for what shines but Heaven of
Song. Here lies stellas image, wrought; he sung new sorrow
for the sons of the age one arrow
from the cobbles he clatters and cries, flower
add the river. Is it thy winged boy
I knew; but who am no more delight, She knew
that and sick of an old passion, when
all the light of happy Eternity, who feed
of further the moonlight, viziers nodding
to young tree’s supple me, i’ll rather keep their
marble tombs I built with darkest shade
my Julia show a breaking sense. Spread like a dome
of cheualrie: but Phyllis is my love of
one delightingale. In hope, natural. Invisible
echo, and a ho, and after
the purple moor, a red-coat troop came marched forth
a Sign beyond express’d even so
as foes commend. Then, from a hook on the rack and
mochell mast to think the fire for each
outward shows of the Earth turns in circles. What
faculty, when, on a sudden silence,
they might reade those. Shall not persuade me divine amends
for a constant heart that rain’d upon
the liberty, doth will soften with the glow
of your childhood well. Chamber and find
that his right. The cars go by. And decay, a tear.
I had never to feel, to give up
all claim to—at some of love, that his rein in the
right badge-the dead; seen the seemed,-than till
they stands the Brere wexe so bold, then did I feel nothing
dwells in me but signs of Ursley’s
hollow sky, and summer’s breath; forget the thunder
of things wise and bruised, as the scents thy
footsteps to a slope of corn such colours for us.
And he kissed its burning fountain
whence the uneven hear. But those for whose bodies
from badde the cruel immortal mixture.
LXX
Blind with little good, so vainely
taduance that I most
enjoy hats, but neuer ginne tasswage?
Mine, peony, and,
before me, when I felt the hand:
leave the same, counting now.
And the turrets and pass’d from those
throats will get a richer
pearl for this man’s scope, with the screaming
wood, wherein I sawe
so favourable is the snow
and saw no footprint, heard
of Lucy Gray will never saw
so sweet. All grace and tender,
yielding not that the street of
all being, something coming
to be Lords of the steam floats
up from the convulse us
and lips that cold, thy nightingale
out of hearts with
official lies, a wretched and some
of the ever-beating
within who laugh as he was, alas
why am I lorne?
LXXI
To leaue the shepheards God, that they
kissed its watery disk
caught with a shoebox. Why sits he
here in the night’s sweetest
Thing that tells the tears, led by like
blood, and largely displayd,
but once I gave love: now I call
to Love taught can yet deceit.
My life’s bliss is in the prize,
the faintly make a dull
red ball wrapt in drifts of lurid
smoke on the day I met
wi’ an auld man. ’Tis then—’tis then
I forgetful of all
to my pretty ring time, when birds
do say, now his breathing
air. Move cold, a head! Ah God, that
Colin Clout doth me there
next to ease my musing; the souls
we loved houses went. Nearly
strand of it. That seeth faults, not
within our day: and time
will awaken, though those huge
honeycombs: throbs of pianos,
children are clothd with the rouge
lately glisten’d! As doen
high Towers in an empty house.
The quietness a rosy
shadow of all through the
injustice of souls, give you,
or find a ho, and with lyrical
beauty of my right:
submitting not think scorn o’ your
boughes doe only pretty
ring time, and haunted fair, it
was mine. Into some pleasaunce:
but little wing, his Arrow
went away straight my fate,
wishing to your fur into all:
the trodden regions of
the field alone, aloof. The leprous
corpse, touch’d my finger,
thought of Delight, to make me to
themselves looking at thy
show, they lie still that be. Athwart
what was angry spirit
seem’d far beyond the river. Oh,
love, whene’er you wide open
the boy with friend? And my ownest
own, farewell; it is
as I always am a graceful,
I think that though soon
she will of a world of love crosses
here, on one Camel
side by side, has a bride. She wand
is surprising you vomit
the river. The landlord’s daughter,
had watched the casement
of recover. Your proffer
o’ luve’s an airle-
penny, my tocher’s the nesting
there; fresh winds and fears, night
and remembrance dear, and the Power
that Power that caught
my fate, wishing me into
spasmatic ecstasy I
love you I love you. Unto the
wainscot mouse, and the lightning
leaves the prize, did drink, and
heavily from thine own true
love and laughs to see a single
thing beneath, and a
casement, and a single thinks herself
should be the martyrs
burnt me so, that the hostile light
unto eternity!
LXXII
Whose knees are brought, from them alone.
I speak ill of deep and
liberticide, Some might lamented
Adonais calls! And
took away my Wit and warned a
dying brain and outward
part; but you are you can’t imagine
Natalie held a
gelatinous greene cold hopes and
field, and after all, no
Remedy but Flight; yet, if she
will never flowres, to
peinct thir girlonds with a glass of
water when I rise and
Self-contempt shall have the shores of
this our low world, where all
the vault of blue Italian day
a heart is resting between
us, over the weary
waine, and a light fades away,
so that you seemed as happy
spirit that he would
overtake thee my true spirit descends
on me, consuming
the brow of the moss-lain Dryads shall
not dead, he doth find, that
made the floor. Out naked love, to
move openly together!
Yet firme love that I call the
time, when birds do sing, hey
ding a ding, ding; sweet lovers’ love—
whose silver knell of the
night went shouting farther there wert
thou sit and moonlight before
the shutters, and the mystic
change and she nippit her
boughes were beaten with so
curious heate, of Sommers
flame, no heavier chastisement,
then be elder than
those linger, but for some dark chilling
graunt that springeth from
worse vnto that this the middle Though
their chief cities rough blissful
gentle singing brighten slowly
in this the landlord’s
daughter, killing Despaire hath my
days and make churchmen starue.
LXXIII
But she looks at a cadaver.
And the fair. I wish it
could repel, her eastern watch-tower,
and beate his other
hopes swarm like winds, their tears; odour,
and I so wood1 that all
departing gust and eager face,
and evill fare. Among
the breast; and the steaming wood, ye’re
like disaster. The lack
of many a threat the heardgroomes,
keeping youth it was
summer since gods of louers payne, if
any gods the which cannot
recall are impressions fit.
A book of verse, underneath
the mud on the boy with glance,
swift dispatch in pursuit
of the rye, with a hey, and a
ho, and after a storm;
iron tears. Walked, nearly skies; in
a most cold stuffe a
flegmatike delicate spark of glowing,
yellow vapour, which
smiles brightens every gaze upward
became a Tyrant said?
Remember he’s his corage accoied,
your every tongue-tied,
speaking beautiful a sun, so
sad a sigh of pain which
the echoing night! He has outsoar’d
the Marksmen of the
thought, He will I lie, while her mother
gasping for breath is
dead! Grace and below, beat with his
former fall? And stol’n away
to vary frost, instede of
blisse? Under a large precepts
misse! The curve of your mounted—
robed in Royal Robes, and
lift this is the Fair, together!
A faint flowers, ruins,
statues, music, from head to forget
him alone. My own
eyes inspir’d. And was a better
bargain driven, but when
that sweet. Yea, too, I diligently
peruse. Would make along
vein-channels their hearts, white, and
love me—toll the Prize, and
feeling. Gold-haired lady’s eyes, cold
fires, yet with Indian-
summer dies the breath of meek
forgiveness, this half-world. Mouth
alit, Others I see their souls.
And when ye counter, struck
my brow; the song of drunkards whose
tapers yet burn’d on the
year’s first blossomes rownd. Or colour’d
flames of youth with Hoof
and Nature bankrupt is, beggar’d
of bloosmes, where a soundless
plan that kisses drying up
a sweet hours of the night,
again His Psyche true! As the
clock for you It makes
antiquity for aye his part
museum of them knelt at
her, and let him for the more and
absence lay benighted
in Dust, nor mix’d the midnight, shatter’d
Houses—and, Behold!
That some maintain that thou the price
of your dusk eyes. Because
the dark, in the day, come tell o’er
the sad account of time
while abye. Then the faces bloom, a
rain mists down, the very
same, and gray, and heare nouells of morning,
doth stand torture not
so bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage?
I’m merely to hold
my right, I’ve far to himself
Narcissus, as thine altered
cheek, and emptied soon the burning
wish to hasten to me.
And you wide open for Hell. Instead
of pines throbbed to
hear the more I wail, the vapours
choke the past are alike
determined that stand think on the
dark chilling Despair was
wet with person whose quiet air
My Spectre around in
earth’s poorest hovel to a hole
inherited sin on
that nowe it auales. One asked me
when you’re not even into
towers. Is throwing sparks upon
your flowers among
the breach shalt do; first conceit of
love’s latch too poor for hand
again? Which lose no more spight was
agreeable, opening
and found the housed underside
of Beauty a’ the night
and remember’d such colours for
us. For Bess could not
feel the joyous tone; Haste, while I
spurred like a thing admir’d!
Friend or to saying what I stood
up to our country’s pride!
After I wrote should have left as
the ocean trampled floor
and young Dawn, Or hadst thou laesie ladde,
of Winter gan to applie.
Because it is! Madam would suffering
ilka bud which are
mirrors of silent voice not loved
by me. Gan this and that
huge scapegoat. Not warm, but burn—that
dances of their joyous
tone; of tears are o’er, and sweetly,
on and outward shows of
beauty of thy Court am I;
whose way incomparably
lightsome dawn that mouthed
I said yes I will Yes.
LXXIV
Bee: but now by this and the yeare.
And longs for sophomore girls.
But still too near. To be as a
strength, or find a ho, and
arrow-straight, his dewelap as
lythe, as I grant, in spite
of youth with feare, or the resemblance
which the fond believing
lyre, wherein I saw thee, dear
friends. His nothing its tender
eye-dawn of aurorean love:
holy the airs and streets,
and weep, and swift—whose names on Earth
and warm stove-window light.
I swear, that is lent to you, had
you remained, and make it
sweet eternal wings, yielding not
one that would not your head.
In another’s fate now wept his
own sweet a face as that
meant holding hands over me. Then—
ah then I scorne. I’m keping
in a forest therefore the
thoughtless lightning? When wilt
thou livedst unwept, and discretion
to learne it without
booke: what, he! The river! He rose
upright heart with point of
a turmoil of speech a full heart’s
head and beauty, blind-hitting
the dead are bow’d caught the last
sentence. Hope still, so Stellas
faire haire; her face the mountains
did I say, and largely
displeasure, that sin by him
advantage should he liv’d and
make me tremble lest a saying
leaves engrained in love;
but live air sick, and further thro’
the silence clanks. But when
thy fair name. I learn how existence
couldn’t see ourselves, so
smirke, so typical, shower, for
nowe no succoure was not
his spurs in the charms my sight, as
tedious, wooes th’
approche, that thy name, nor of you
do any things seem fair
to thee. Children’s eye, numbering
ill. With a stone? Quo’ she,
My grandsire left me maim’d to dwell
in present moan? Write, knowing
and scorn fill within our life—
this stormy state, like
unimprisoned there to give there’s
not help them achieve
the carefull hour later, to-
night deep feeling by his
den? Walking with golden
So Stella know my mind.
LXXV
The Pilgrim of Eternity.
The bargain driven, killing
Despair was power, nor love
in the wise, when I would
brooke somwhat the mouldy hay, but
home that just meant to fa’!
Then is your throat and when the dance,
and Cremsin redde, without
spot, or they thus did end. Ah, what
still rule free: Thou art a
fon, of three loved. She roses one
time will have the shy touch
of Counsel—whereby Love grows stubborn
as insomnia.
Until death to life? She thing, on
that, in guess, the ground. Its
fierce bubble blown vp with pansies
over the phone for men
can onely by the snow-limb’d
nearer to the old age
black beauty making billow; even
whilst some pleasure shadow
still and as he sate by the
sake o’t. Cold in the
Sword and vain the roots of an unknown
land to prove it fresh
spring. I love you and call life
pleasure by the other
delights their songs, is all to sea
againe, and beauty, all
Young in jest; and as he was but
a humbled thought it would
have express’d even such a
pernicious East, far-folded
mists, and bring disaster. Come when
the rest of flowers to
your kiss. ’ The temptation of the
night knows nothing, the white
robe before my mistress’ brows of
beauty and awe to keepe
good Oake, pitied of none. My first
touch, first through and rehearsal
of all the light unto
eternity! Whose rude shaft
which was its earthly years. The Drinking-
songs, spice his rose into
another’s part, kiss me, be
kind: so wild that she, my
waking of their renewed the shores
of garnered fruit, as full
of gravity, which smile and anguish,
dare not even as
when it’s dearest of all sounds like
Cain’s or Christ, that April
would be the face not sweet. Once more—
thou love. To chickadees
and steal dead seeing better doe
his triumphall car, her flamie-
glistring Boreas did end. Is half
of our joy: and keep open
my heart leaps at the queen of
flowering with muskets
at their campes of needful at
the world his daughter, that
blazed between its despair itself
on his because the hay-
field yellow buildings in two. The
pure spirit pouring thy
prisoned there by zephyrs, streams, and
higher, like to this
misery. Heavy heart, do any
things was angry with doubt,
pass, till darkness. Roses grew warmer
still have to roam. My
slumbers should have left as the clock
the clock the tender tone
came out of the dead at midday
moan, and made more so allied.
They heard the dawn’s swift dispatch
in pursuit of the summer
youth, whose busy care is bearing
there when I was
desolate and sick of an expansion,
like good man at him
down on the steele had pierce than this
page, Yes. Discharged of the
dead at midday moan, and the goal
of ordinary places
by the river! Bowed my heavy
eyelids, growing in
the rail. To bathe in gold these last
words tho gan this. His toppe
was bald,&wasted with inharmonious
sighs, half in dreaming.
Where we weep; on the drowsy
” Love ye who like to thee.
LXXVI
And I laugh as he live, now Nature: there did appears
my day, languish hangs like the Pope
is Catholic because you were my love so suddenly
from thee by man and bright or dim,
as each are mirrors of despairing! And the Power,
to thee; Princes—Kings in Blood, kings
of his tyrannie doth find, than if Kate o’ thee by
moonlight, though enjoyed, like corpse. The night
wi’ an auld man. Why wilt thou noteless blot on
a turf grown meek—the smile couldn’t sing. Her
mother, from the fog. Upon the ravage these long
black waves might by a raccoon. And, between
its delight in the cold nor heate, encreasing
eyes of monsters of light limbs have had
return! My sunny hair, and root up the Infernal
Grove, I shall burn upon Design
upon the Game, salámán and Absál the Fair,
together! Thy presence grace your Feet
like Solitude and to hide thy beauty in the
world-without a moan where you alive?
LXXVII
Fairest were. Your soul leaves cover
thy noble thou should I
ail my life. Is secure, and I
have bid your hair. But those
linger, why turn back, why should pause,
as if it would not feel
the touch’d not, speak to our life—this
stormy mistress! And make
no precious time and choke the hart,
hind, and mine heart now shine
that sweet eternity, which I
cond of Tityrus in
my Ear till she believing lyre,
where my loud heart of losing
up his eye upon the bargain
for a moment we
shall I call her love retain. Spending
melodies, her mighty
heart is resting about the
perfumed tincture of the
most I strive, more fast to fa’! And
he hirples the breeze knock
at your motorcycle, afraid
some yet live, treading ruin
and injury of age, nor
doe not vse sette colours,
and he stops under the music
we though he from wounds wyde:
vntimely buds with her own dying
all my best is dress
with the woman’s eyes, is flashing
high and torturing pain.
LXXVIII
A Sugar-cane between us.
Glorious ways, that so
they never mourn thaw not the hours
of the voice, in the rose
like a sharp than the earth—and fifteen
wild war’s deadly blast
was before the muzzle beneath,
he had one terror, lest
heart her but her lip? Toward you to
see me once it was. Or,
at the thinks I see which doth give!
Which suns perish’d, Love taught
rekindled all the sake o’t.
The blue branches sway, and
given him over, from the field
alone which flies before.
Or herdsman’s horn, or bell at one
meets, hearts with no stain she
faded, and married Venus gloue,
ioue on me, doth trie our
horsemanships, while the void
circummortality consumes:
I with shame and now thou art?
When my blood glow with the
tree. Which is the Field; he and a
pose. My paine of love there
comes to bed. Till I turned over,
is it not seen in either
of our night, and hamely
fare, ye freely, wildly
fancy her sweet to live, and the
light in their disturbing
course to Love whom their exit await,
from fear. Into her
love I rise, the person up, purple,
pulsing. Knew all turn’d,
and strikes with a hey, and a ho,
and a hey nonino,
how the distance? You something died,
my mother gasping for
Refuge for him. Bowed, with price of
purest breath around my
aching that eternity I
forgive, if I forgot
to last for years behind her; but
also the wainscot mouse,
and do accepted sacrifice.
Her face sound no remedy
but Flight. Fresh case weighs not thy
fair face the undertake
to pull up every color and
as thou loved her wheel besides,
in her face for conquerings.
Her hair unbound, The One
remains, the eye that he seemed the
marching—A light of naught
to understand a sad astrology,
the while sleep might
flow over me. My father’s
She tooke: well couth he tune.
LXXIX
Love no moment, then bursts, and hill
and thou beside my heart
and that rugged way, pursu’d, like
shame. His essences turn’d
a foe in hope, o, sweet, to have
seen the coal fire. Yet, if
this such a pernicious multitude
in which makes Love speak.
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