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I hold my honey and I store my bread
In little jars and cabinets of my will.
I label clearly, and each latch and lid
I bid, Be firm till I return from hell.

While on my lonely couch I lie,
I seldom feel myself alone,
For fancy fills my dreaming eye With scenes and pleasures of its own
Then I may cherish at my breast An infant's form beloved and fair,

OH for one hour of youthful joy
Give back my twentieth spring
I'd rather laugh, a bright-haired boy,          Than reign, a gray-beard king
Off with the spoils of wrinkled age

"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills,
In languid palpitation, half a-swoon With ardors and sun-loves and subtle thrills;"Throb,
Beautiful
while the fervent hours...

LY I heard a voice—surely my name Was breathed in tones familiar to my heart
I listened—and the low wind stealing came,
In darkness and in silence to depart
Surely I saw a form, a proud bright form,

Awake, awake, my little boy
Thou wast thy mother's only joy;
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep
Awake

Every year, day after day,We search for a way to find the love,I know, you near on a parallel way,I wait for a chance to meet you above.
We aspire to pleasure in embrace of freedom,This world is...