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SONNET IX
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SONNET IX
POESY
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Let us be joinéd hand in hand and goAlong the secret dim mysterious shore
Where wave succeedeth wave for evermore,
Each following each with an incessant flow
Of music most bewitching,—let us row
Beside strange banks with a half-sleepy oar
Under a moon of magic, and explore
The world together, say, shall it be so?
The glamour of the mornings and the nights
Of sacred summer we will make our own,
My Poesy,—the laughter of the dawn,
The music from the heart of midday drawn,
All lusty loves ecstatic and delights,
And, best of all for me, thy silvery tone!
1870.
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