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"I let Small answers be a bulwark to my fear."

"Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain."

"I am the self-consumer of my woes---"

"There is no memory of him here!"

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

When I climbed to bed I walked through your blind departure

Laugh at all the things we used to do. Miss me, but let me go.

"Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, haply I think on thee"

"Ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated."

"I will ask the lover's heart why it loves the moon."