[BNP/E3, 16A – 29-30v]

p. 590 [844]

17/XI/11

How can I think, or shape my thoughts to[1] action,   snatch

When the miserly press of each day's need

Aches to a narrowness of |spill’d| distraction

My soul appalled at the worldly work's time-greed.

How can I think one moment on[2] the task

My soul was born to think that it must-do

When every moment has a thought to ask

|To fit beggarly[3] craving of its cue?

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Bocage – Son. 348

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Each day rebuilding my dream-fame half-turb 

As each day seeing its half-hurt dream spilled[4].

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The coin I'd heap for marrying my Muse

And build our home in the Time-to-be[5]

Becomes dissolved by needs of each day's use

And I feel beggared of eternity[6],

Hence rage I that rage that weep with dry eyes

For daily must I love my Paradise in it,

For I love what to me is Paradise

|A believer daily cast from hope of Paradise|

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[1] shape /edge\ my thoughts to /for\ /till\
[2] I think one moment on /pause my thoughts upon\
[3] beggarly /the immediate\
[4] its half-hurt dream spilled /its half-dreamed hurt-spilled\
[5] in /for\ the Time-to-be /(i’th’ greater Time to be)\
[6] of /or\ eternity /’fore infinity\