[BNP/E3, 49A3 – 30]

Thou hast lost with wife and child:

O for thy pain! It is human and mild,

My pain is that while is since thou sad,

For I mourn not what I never had.

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28/1/13.

There is an hour that never passes

     I know not what even where it is

I know but that in it amasses

     |Our soul all that it {…} kiss|

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There is a shadow that doth shine

     Along with light in light, {…} pain

Which howe’er past our despair

     Is even beyond our despair.

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That shadow and that Hour abide

     And even though the world were cold

Its coldness could not seem nor hide

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Let us not kiss nor gather

Love for glances or touch

Let us but dream together

Not happy ever much.

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I shall dream and thou

Wilt dream at one with me

Not {…}

[30v]

2

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My hours are mist of Time

My eyes are weary of them

O for a brighter clime

{…}

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The hem of the garment of Hope

     Can be touched but in dreams, 

{…} grope

= The Rill =

There is a rill that has no place

     But is a heard rill only

It really doth exist in space

     But always elsewhere, |lonely|.

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We seek, with hope and fear

     The rill that {…} hours

But the lost rill is never here

     And the right of it[1] new our.

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Always in the {…} brisk 

     Of bring found, it sings

Till we stop to {…} think

     That if our wishes had real wings

For we reason of[2] wings perchance

Or that rill might find

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We unfit become it and entrance 

 
[1] And the /The\ right of it /of it is\
[2] of /in\