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let us shut ourselves into the garret of Now
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There are whole doctrines on loving.
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We work, start on one side of the day
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Who knows what
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like a primordial light loosed
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It is winter but
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Borne headlong
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& i walked on & from some
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I shall take my scattered selves and make them one,
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And when the music’s fallen silent, hushed,
