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PS burn in every house,
O blind one
and you cannot see them
One day your eyes shall suddenly be opened, and you shall see: and the fetters of death will fall from you

Every time I kiss
After a long separationI feelI am putting a hurried love
In a red mailbox
Translated by B

I measure every grief I meet   With analytic eyes;
I wonder if it weighs like mine,   Or has an easier size
I wonder if they bore it long,   Or did it just begin
I could not tell the date of mine,   It feels so old a pain

Husbands are things that wives have to get used to putting up with
And with whom they breakfast with and sup with
They interfere with the discipline of nurseries,
And forget anniversaries,

Carol, every violet
Heaven for a looking-glass
Every little valley
Under many-clouded skies;

With every Thought I wentout of the World: there you were,you my Gentle One, you my Open One, and –you received us
Whosays that for us everything died,that for us there the Eye broke
Everything woke, all things began
Vast, a Sun cam...

I sing the Name which None can
But touch’t with An interiour Ray:
The Name of our New Peace; our Good:
Our Blisse: and Supernaturall Blood: