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What I can do — I will — What I can do — I will — Though it be little as a Daffodil — That I cannot — must be Unknown to possibility — Poet:	What I see not, I better see — What I see not, I better see — Through Faith — my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting — But, No lid has Memory — For frequent, all my sense obscured I equally behold As someone held a light unto ... Poet:	What if I say I shall not wait! What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate — And pass escaped — to thee! What if I file this Mortal — off — See where it hurt me — That's enough — And wade in Liberty! ... Poet:	What Inn is this What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord? Where the maids? Behold, what curious rooms! No ruddy fires on the hearth — No brimming Tankards flow —... Poet:
What is — "Paradise" — What is — "Paradise" — Who live there — Are they "Farmers" — Do they "hoe" — Do they know that this is "Amherst" — And that I — am coming — too — Do they wear "new shoes" — in "Eden" — Is... Poet:	What mystery pervades a well! What mystery pervades a well! That water lives so far — A neighbor from another world Residing in a jar Whose limit none have ever seen, But just his lid of glass — Like looking every time you please... Poet:	What shall I do when the Summer troubles — What shall I do when the Summer troubles — What, when the Rose is ripe — What when the Eggs fly off in Music From the Maple Keep? What shall I do when the Skies a'chirrup Drop a Tune on me — When the... Poet:	What shall I do — it whimpers so — What shall I do — it whimpers so — This little Hound within the Heart All day and night with bark and start — And yet, it will not go — Would you untie it, were you me — Would it stop whining — if to Thee — ... Poet:
What Soft — Cherubic Creatures — What Soft — Cherubic Creatures — These Gentlewomen are — One would as soon assault a Plush — Or violate a Star — Such Dimity Convictions — A Horror so refined Of freckled Human Nature — ... Poet:	What tenements of clover What tenements of clover Are fitting for the bee, What edifices azure For butterflies and me — What residences nimble Arise and evanesce Without a rhythmic rumor Or an assaulting guess. ... Poet: