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We — Bee and I — live by the quaffing — We — Bee and I — live by the quaffing — 'Tisn't all Hock — with us — Life has its Ale — But it's many a lay of the Dim Burgundy — We chant — for cheer — when the Wines — fail — Do we "get drunk"? Ask... Poet:	We'll pass without the parting We'll pass without the parting So to spare Certificate of Absence — Deeming where I left Her I could find Her If I tried — This way, I keep from missing Those that died. Poet:	Webster (Botta) "When I and all those that hear me shall have gone to our last home, and when the mould may have gathered on our memories, as it will on our tombs:" -- Webster's Speech in the Senate, July, 1850. ... Poet:	Went up a year this evening! Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell! Cheerful — as to the village — Tranquil — as to repose — Chastened — as to the Chapel This... Poet:
Were it but Me that gained the Height — Were it but Me that gained the Height — Were it but They, that failed! How many things the Dying play Might they but live, they would! Poet:	Were it to be the last Were it to be the last How infinite would be What we did not suspect was marked — Our final interview. Poet:	Were natural mortal lady Were natural mortal lady Who had so little time To pack her trunk and order The great exchange of clime — How rapid, how momentous — What exigencies were — But nature will be ready And... Poet:	Wert Thou but ill — that I might show thee Wert Thou but ill — that I might show thee How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on me Nor the least signal, Me assure — Wert Thou but Stranger in ungracious country — And Mine — the Door... Poet:
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer — What care the Dead, for Chanticleer — What care the Dead for Day? 'Tis late your Sunrise vex their face — And Purple Ribaldry — of Morning Pour as blank on them As on the Tier of Wall The Mason... Poet:	What did They do since I saw Them? What did They do since I saw Them? Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness That could I snatch Their Faces That could Their lips reply Not till the last was answered... Poet: