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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 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 — 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:	What Twigs We held by — What Twigs We held by — Oh the View When Life's swift River striven through We pause before a further plunge To take Momentum — As the Fringe Upon a former Garment shows The Garment cast... Poet:
What we see we know somewhat What we see we know somewhat Be it but a little — What we don't surmise we do Though it shows so fickle I shall vote for Lands with Locks Granted I can pick 'em — Transport's doubtful Dividend ... Poet:	What would I give to see his face? What would I give to see his face? I'd give — I'd give my life — of course — But that is not enough! Stop just a minute — let me think! I'd give my biggest Bobolink! That makes two — Him — and Life! You... Poet: