[BNP/E3, 49A1 – 11]

Could I speak to thee, could I utter how

What thy sweet music doth compel in me.

Could I make words of tears and turn to show

Of speaking all the feelings that allow

Scenes of confusion of a strain to thee.

February 1906 – Carnival

(I think, 2nd. Day).

No, after †

†: 30 days

I would be great, great as a heart 

Tears for all things that are[1] past wake small

I would think feeling deep ‘til the dart

Of time and Life, forget its empty smart

Things worth and less real to recall. 

 
[1] that are /that has\