 | Marah |  |
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HIC INCEPIT
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Something wild as the heart of a boy(But what is it?) awakens in me,
Like the love of a love, and the joy
Of a joy, that are going to be;
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Or the nebulous beam in the breastOf a mist the moon brightens behind;
A prediction that does but suggest
A fulfilment it leaves undefin'd.
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It was born of a breath and a dream,'Tis the soul of a look or a tone,
And the parent of pleasures that seem
But as preludes to others unknown.
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Yet how soon could its sweetness be kill'dBy the pang of a premature bliss,
And so die of a promise fulfill'd
On the lips I am longing to kiss!
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