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Then thou hast learnt the secret of my soul,
Officious Friendship has its trust betrayed;
No more I need the bursting sigh control,
Nor summon pride my struggling soul to aid

How I hail this morn's appearing
It will thee, my love, restore:
Safety danger past endearing,    Sure we meet to part no more
Fame is thine, lo

Upon the Model of The Nut-Brown Maid
To Cloe
Thou, to whose eyes I bend, at whose command(Though low my voice, though artless be my hand
I take the sprightly reed, and sing and play,

Henry the Seventh of
Wasn't out of the Royal top drawer,
The only connection of which he could boast,
He were King's nephew's brother-in-law

SS that cruel doubt, dear youth
That starting tear, that sigh reprove;
Why dost thou wrong thine Emma's truth,
And think that aught can change my love

-- Coronado Beach,
California,
March, 1905 In a hotel room by the sea, the Master Sits brooding on the continent he has crossed
Not that he foresees immediate disaster,

The Chief Defect of Henry
Was chewing little bits of String
At last he swallowed some which
Itself in ugly Knots inside