| I have vainly sought love and lost, yet
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| | heartbeat,
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| wait—alone
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| | And as our voices meet, farewell,
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| I must fall fathoms-deep, before I find
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| | farewell to humanity;The sea morns with
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| it, this I knowAnd to my sweet, but
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| | grief, brings to me its mystery—
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| broken heart a silver voice replies
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| | I hear it calling, calling, with
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| ‘Like a butterfly: death will take
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| | untroubled, misty eyes:I hear it calling,
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| you, and make you alive’There will
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| | calling me: “Come, I will set you
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| be no repentant eyes, nor broken wings,
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| | free!”
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| Only a moment of faith, from hours of
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| | Fathoms deep my echoes reach: ‘I
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| heart felt tears.Oh tangled winds, with
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| | follow at thy will!…’Notes:
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| silver wings, do bring, do bring
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| | #1387[7/12/06] Died November 7, 1907;
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| This fallen bird, eyed with light,
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| | born: 1881 in New York State; attended
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| eternal love and night!Do bring, do
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| | UCLA; associated editor on the
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| bring, silver shadows, to this lifeless
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| | ‘Argonaut’; Poet, Journalist,
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| thing,
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| | killed herself at George Sterling’s
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| Then I will sing, sing, in the far off
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| | (Poet of San Francisco) home at Carmel by
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| hung sea waves—I will sing, sing,
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| | he sea, by way of cyanide, November 13,
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| in the grave, to the sea’s harsh
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| | 1907.
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