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I've none to tell me to but Thee
So when Thou failest, nobody
It was a little tie
It just held Two, nor those it held
Since Somewhere thy sweet Face has spilled
Beyond my Boundary
If things were opposite—and Me
And Me it were—that ebbed from Thee
On some unanswering Shore
Would'st Thou seek so—just say
That I the Answer may pursue
Unto the lips it eddied through
So—overtaking Thee