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[Sweet Poesy, oh, do thou not disdain]
Sweet Poesy, oh, do thou not disdainWith me, though all unworthy, still to dwell.
Thou know'st, fair spirit, that I love thee well,
Far more than aught beside. Oh still remain,—
Forsake me not. I court thee not that, vain
Of thy revealings, I with pride may swell,
Exalted o'er my fellows. Not to tell,
Unto a listening world, thy words again,
Do I entreat thee still to haunt my way—
With thy loved presence to illumine still
My lowly dwelling. If, with me, thou stay,
As I have ever loved, so ever will
I love thee, not that widely may be known
My name, but for thy own sweet sake alone.
November 28th, 1842.
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