Capitolo 48
Because, sure there are histories that confine with on my destiny
In uneasiness?--Of hearts that have been stabbed
From knowledge that their consorts were in the earth,
He/she anchors you/he/she could never come near enough to be recovered;
Of those that have gone craving a whole life,
Because a voice felt singing or a gesture
Seen from distant their gospell of love;
And anybody more than the mere announcement had.
Ah, but all these to dig you/they were kindly giving;
For not up to them the trepann him out of the life
It did him, poor laggard, come to ask my soul.--
Or my love, but Your ears falsely played her
When they was picked up by the astute motives for Death!
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It is so hardly me fact to that you/he/she has seen
Does her of my person in love, is near enough to adore
The a lot of writing of his/her spirit in meat?
To have that in my understanding, I am not far,
From the bitter ones with my eyes all of his/her body.
Thing a set is able its shoulders they have, and neck,
To be born his attractive-purposed the head; what a gait
And I use of his/her edges!--Does Ah, smile?
Because, even this way I knew that Your smile would be,
Only such end-filling of Your soul.
Love of Or, love, love then you have come to me!
As I have been aching for you! Comes nearby,
Here where due would be You to be long calculations, long time.
It is Your correct place. And I had gone away
Come thinking You'ld and kisses me on my heart!
The young fellow of Ah, my young fellow that you/they have told them me you are dead.
IV
_At Dawn. The Scottish Gate_.
_Mary (on his/her way to the gate, singing to herself)_.
As a wind that has worked every day
Among the fragrant clover,
To evening to a valley it comes;
Then it comes to me my person in love.
And as every night a heat of honey
It is where the wind lay,
Then when my loving leaves my arm
My heart is every honey.
But thing me have do with this? And when
Had that song put in to hide 'mean my thought?
It is probable that I am in trip to meet and to give