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We shun it ere it comes, We shun it ere it comes, Afraid of Joy, Then sue it to delay And lest it fly, Beguile it more and more — May not this be Old Suitor Heaven, Like our dismay at thee? Poet:	We talked with each other about each other We talked with each other about each other Though neither of us spoke — We were listening to the seconds' Races And the Hoofs of the Clock — Pausing in Front of our Palsied Faces Time compassion took — ... Poet:	We thirst at first — 'tis Nature's Act — We thirst at first — 'tis Nature's Act — And later — when we die — A little Water supplicate — Of fingers going by — It intimates the finer want — Whose adequate supply Is that Great Water in the... Poet:	We wear our sober Dresses when we die, We wear our sober Dresses when we die, But Summer, frilled as for a Holiday Adjourns her sigh — Poet:
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:	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 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:
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: