Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
Without the sense of...
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If thou must love me, let it be for naught |
I Never gave a lock of hair away |
Say over again, and yet once over again, |
My letters! all dead paper,… mute and white!— |
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange |
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed |
Because thou hast the power and own’st the grace |
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. |