[BNP/E3, 49A2 – 76]

2-7-08

Oh glowing day that with thy sun dost hit

My madness in a {…} of light

Knowst thou not I feel not thy delight?

Nought of thee save a pain when thou dost flit

Thus pleasing one into yet I mourn thee gave

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To a Cat

Thou art happy jumping about

Or sleeping wild

Beast without conscious thought

I envy thee what thou hast not!

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I hear on me a voice

That seems as Nero’s

A voice full of cries of †

Which are in one

And which if inhibit which I know

In me doth tremble

(A God to suffer this!)

Humble awful things {…} of me show.