Lonely Mountain Sonnets and Other Poems

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Lonely Mountain Sonnets and Other Poems

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Bertha McBride



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Copyright © 2011, William McBride

ISBN 978-1-257-10893-0



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The rising light is compounded well.The leaves will brim to another place.An all-stolen myth-world’s commonplace.And yesterday’s great ways compel.A need to steal and divide into trance.The wars embellished by more to come.There’s lots of rotten fruits to shun.Gestures of a poor crew’s dance.Monumental Summers growing leaves anew.The shiny light-rays are now tamed.Shadows from the light on the ground are aimed.The sky looks sad to a simple few.A cloud appears hold in the bright.The years to come, so much with light.

- Tikbot



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The push of the flood of a night of stars.Smartly watching a red fire-care.Souls laugh in the free landscapes there.The tally of our heaven-taken hope.A vessel down a vivid shore is the same.Somebody drops ropes in his escape.The sun rolling over a bright yardscape.In visions of love life finally came.Over the entrance we muse well.The dirt in the ice stays in suspense.The grass grew new by a garden fence.An old surroundings wonderous shell.

The soul in Summertime wears a smile.Flecks in the evening last for a while.

- Diana



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Red lights are by a gas station.The heat-blackened time of the night-time ticks.All the children came clinking all of their sticks.Some people’s selfish domination!The freeze of a simple morning breeze of the day.Bare feet want to meet with the brook over there.An Angel’s body set forever in prayer.A white day’s light all down in a ray.The acorns have flecked all the roofs and lands.The rain cloud roaming in the breezes hops.Winds cross the rye of the high hilltops.Clams lie down within the sands.

The limbs of the trees stretching extendThe scent of the bent dawn in their bend.

- Penny



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Invisible halls of much life have we.Absent souls of thousands of men above.We expect these spirits of Time to love.Many souls tremble, part and flee.The brown bark turning all around the tree.Grand mistakes stealing thoughts forthward.A thin expiring breath thrown out unheard.The supplied voyages of an open memory.Seas dancing drunk with the colors of blue.The grey mean root of a plant doth lay.The bloom of the peaks of the shadows of day.Finding and finding a trip for a few.

Using the Mind to think back to a dateFrom early daytime now turned to late.

- Ora



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To clear everything for a new pastime.The danced body comes back with flowers.Dancing lone and within showers.To come and touch with a hope sublime.The wind holding childs of yesterday.To help the birds now find their tree.A mountain knows Eternity.A striking day atop a thick roadway.Curse the asker hurt within.The fragile world is lost again.

New or old their load explodes.Dancing breakers incomplete.The waving wheat in new waves meet.

- Marion



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My wounds were drawn into the wild.The threatening winds strike things down.They have journeyed off into town.The hurried sires with bleeding child.A new green for a few on the lawn.Much, much green in the weedy yard.The life to gape all years onward.Heads criss-crossing after dawn.A Death-destroying Life is amid our hands.Birds of song heard after wars.The identified song made of outdoors.Old bare sands in hissing lands.

The angry shore is calmer nowAs the old time waves forgotten show.

- Bertha



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For I have known Life to be thrown.I have the sun and the wind for fun.The Life-Milk is infinite now begun.And here a few words of air so blown.A vivid desire to disturb alike the cost.Letting poor lovers know a new pay sore.They are crying for the green fruits more.Wet grapes getting lost as they’re tossed.Stand up and receive the look of a brook.

Not a happy dirge, but a happy place.When strong airy horses above will race.The outside rustles as an unseen spook.

When soul-cold branches are in a spinThe Makers of Time are well again.

- Tikbot



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Great wine much that we can buy.Our month’s flower buds begin to close.Simple men march in lines and rows.Marching by a spacecraft high.Much golden wine is in our cup.Like the August leaves blowing dead,The fall of evening’s beauty redIn a hot nick downfallen from up.A little happiness will expire in sand.Outside everything, outside borrow.To suffer outside tomorrow’s sorrow.Hours and hours of a ticking time band.A time of strange newness coming back.Time to be a good lady by its track.

- Honey



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A simple reason of worth to come.Sleepy bright dew on the waving grass.One soul drying her tears with a pass.To think of how the great words cipher some.Many trees turning wet in wet air.That is beyond noise which is hope.A lonely pretty soul in sight to cope.The poor seeing more to care for prayer.

New stars descending into the black.Summer’s airy heaven is happy and big.The August willow trails above and fig.Ever more stars outside out back.

Come now pools of Night after light.At dusk the Moon climbs to her height.

- Bertha



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A reason for living was in my head.Our eyes captured all of the poor shield.Remembering the broken sticks of the field.The swirls shake curls and make us red.Some years it will ice over all again.An old heap of cold full of cold delay..A lovely year always a world away.We came upon the open ice in the rain.We will roar monumentally for the ice.A soul out of character because of a gift.We perceive much fear in the Winter rift.With an old personality to be nice.

Bleak be the Winter, still yet fun.To delight an old soul when he will come.

- Tikbot



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We to the rolling air are called.A patient fellow comes out to roam.One lost child is almost home.The good men care to commit more prayer.Lift up the stitched up clothes when sown.

New beams spearing opening through,Over wide hilltops still yet few.The beautiful gossamer lying down.Slow go the spotted fish below.Fairies in the side spaces of the Night.In our labors fair we learn delight.An old-timer’s life stops hurting so.The cast in time to give us a toss.The evening’s airs submit their loss.

- Tob Shbeeb



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The old light is relinquished far.A dreary old light coming in Night cold.The lond shadows are in darkness rolled.The Sea’s simple eyes of water are.They lead the boat to the rock today.Much of poesy but none of prose.Trusting the readiest boys with toys.The nourishing garden nourishing lay.The storm top’s icy shelf must move.The thick clouds shroud around the Moon.Bats and stars above the long shore dune.

Now the loved sun rests in the space above.Green tints greener drift in days best.The palace is blessed in Heaven’s end rest.

- Diana



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The present ends of endearing myths.All the world darts in an awe simple.All the play’s ladies play skill ill.One lone brown ship peacefully shifts.For less of the old cold earth we wish.The sod wants lonely beautiful rest.For land becomes in its refund blessedOf little astonishment for much fish.Where does the penny rest in foam?More of the best skies send us showers.For yearly apples in their noble bowers.A dollar yonder in a coat pocket blown.

The old are blessed in causes and tasks.A new battle in its kindness masks.

- Bertha



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Two bring on the frolic over.Together a wonderfully entwined bunch.Some grapes are bitten over lunch.Yet, much water for the clover.To long to fulfill a wish always.Clear rewards naming games in illness.A big ship on the brink of stillness.Out to work within a heavenly place.The grass outside in the sad weather.Out by the ripe green fruit and weed.The Chrysanthemum’s bud captured in its sleeve.Taking a new wind through the air.

Reared by the peace of old minds alike.You and I taken by a jester we like.

- Bertha



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To know new wisdom we few seek.A dame thinks of her father lame.All of the stars are out the same.A pleasant week of travel meek.The vivid lonely flow of tempest rains.An open walk along an open shore.Our hopes are finally saught for more.Many lonely creatures on the plains.Birds eating melons, flying in flocks.The heights shine great and blue and clear.From towering showers of the weatherly air.The sea moss covering on the rocks.An early Night pulses clear and bright.The beautiful Night has tossed her light.

- Marilyn



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The breath ever coming from the window ope.The beauty of the blackness of Night set.

Nothing is idle of the splendid wet.My friend left me flowers from a bridal shop.The good rift of a day in delay.The significant fast fish moving sleek.

Noon is the eye of a day-high peak.Shewing and shewing many birds away.The airy road of a day in flight.The ice upon the frigid water-land.The tide drops much to hide less sand.Our ice in these drinks all again is slight.

Weary old walkers coming up to the breach.We watch the old roving sea on the beach.

- Bertha



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Our gate is guarded by a head.Come azure beads of dew early.The kingdom yonder by the sea.A pile desired of given bread.A full man with awe for his lass.Flooded still with wonder new.A new week’s tales and poesies too.A lady quiet on the grass.Playing a game in the shady yard.For a chore out by our home we yield.At home within the Winter field.We come into a sweet yard gard’.

The kind blind shadows of midnight.A deer shakes in the Winter white.

- Diana



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Nature is lately endlessly bleak.Glad the darkness is thinning by.Some traveling fountains in the sky.Hearing a cry of the thunder weak.Fire lights triumphing in dusk lie.The weary weight of the friendly world.Prayers for a wrecked one borrowing gold.Phantom mountains of the sky.The rocklike thinks have gabled high.A falling monumental sky of day.The skies hopping over the earth are gay.Always in the common years that fly.Against the dry sky frolicsome.A time for pleasant work has come.

- Bertha



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Handing to the fire the clay.The ill lit lights are lighted such.A wise step to read a few much.The moving breath of a month of May.All of the earth’s skies fall air-blown.A few mountains in a row.A full day’s gardening comes tomorrow.The suspense alone comes with a moan.Joining the delightful rooms of the sea.The sad and fortunate weedy lot.A moody scholar to a window brought.An old lost book is a thing of glee.

The famous time of day has come.An early kingdom’s tales become.

- Bertha



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Everything expected by this duty.Every day’s life remembered down.More stars in the sky above the town.Everyday creates its best beauty.Certainly delighted by a rosy grove.Enough wrong of man’s woeful song.A fool in love so must belong.Lured by delightful songs of love.All have desires for beautiful things.All outside in a wonder lost.The beautiful sun is above the frost.The cold main rolling its waters sings.

The earth is frozen in time at last.Coming near the places of the past.

- Bertha



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An island with its sticky furrows shines.A life in time is cleared of rough.Ready to turn the bed lights off.The peacocks are embellished in blue-green lines.The dancing is compounded with life.All the black oxen are climbing stout.Brought down a bleak road a few miles out.The light breath of a babbling fife.The sky drops some rain into the sea.The travels of a yellow lightning spark.The owls living in the misty dark.Watching the featherlike leaves of a tree.

The merry clothes going on now are worn.The ready waiting sun of a sleepy morn.

- Yafah



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Of what hundreds once knew well.For the good worn weather we will check.All of the birds at the window peck.Flying landing by a lakey swell.Reply to me not impatiently.The lovely sweet notes all in tune.The joy of building very soon.Joy for the Springtime happily.Rising falling wings in a thrill.Mountain sacrifices of a Dad.A lively hat of yellow plaid.Babies ever weeping in the still.

Handing a daffodil to a lass.One desire for a group pass.

- Arielle



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The barest coldest season of the stormy year expands. Thesent color of snow is what is dearly meant.- Arielle

The upper leaves fall flat down; and, in the grass they thin.The hearty chocolate-covered think writing shapely liveswhen striking the water.- Yafah



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Our new clues to understanding others are given to us bythe great and happy thieves. Our weepings and anxieties

bring to us beautifully a loathing of all of life’s violences.- Diana

The audience’s burning perspectives get a response: thosewho are wed have chosen to bless us in our interpretations.- Yafah



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In the end in those who are dreamily not human-beings, nostillness nor darkness can be found. The suggesters of acoming change beyond time are clowns.- Marion

Great and happy intellectual activists do not lovingly wishto speak. These metaphysicians, being lost, inspire noone’s love.- Marion

Biding actively your time in fear and beguilement is a poorcontrivance. With your dark legitimate new pathos you arenot hopefully denied your villainy.- Arielle



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We are fascinated anew and repelled by your livelyknowledge of beautiful things in your presence. Youabsently address us hopefully in your triumphant oldintelligence.- Marilyn

Those wives who bear definite insults and troubles withoutflinching have a knowledge of the greatest wanderingimportance. They in their own words must prove orquestion themselves as happy and worthy of beingcarefully feared.- Marilyn

Those whose motives are not, as in a game, clear as day,are memorably on the right path again towards prophesy.They forbid any hope of their own fullness of the makingsof their soul.

- Kelly



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Those who are moved to ruefully tell us their family thatothers technically love us are crazily wasting theirteachings. Yet, they adopt us as their flashy sons becausethey are pushy, outcast, and mad.- Billy M.

To not be bridged with application is to be presently loved.To be in another’s hands adored in this form is to beinterlocked in the great stuff of all mystery.- Bertha



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A little polished black pebble blesses its owner and flattersher. Et, this rock which makes her rich also does her nogood, today, to her.- Marbah



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My book I read of Fredrich Nietzsche’s, which I knew Iloved best, was in its place prophetic. The book of innerrhetorical energy moved me and gave me the courage tosing and to think for myself.- B’nayvoovah



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Those who teach insist upon themselves in time, and havecome to see themselves as only tied to shadows. Theydirtily experience defeat by deeming the parade of realityto be all shadows.- Yafah

You lose, in your waiting, no time in outwardly doing yourmean thing and you do not burningly speak for simple me.Your prickly pains you catch are the dues of your livelyclub’s rebelliousness.- Ora



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The upward spiraling galaxy, having no thoughts oremotions, becomes a bleak destroyer. The airy galaxy isabhorred rather than loved by a lady because of its timelessexpansiveness.- Ora



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They turn colorful you inside-out and they are or becomedetestable enough. They in their games do not sit or comeeasy, these words, because they have nothing to do.- Penny



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A light dramatic romance is most delightful. Its links arenever amazingly broken when the urgent story movesforward quickly.- Ora

We could do that, quotes bejeweled from dancing Beingswith a gap.- PennyWe all of us could do that, you know.- Ora



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The holly on the hill above the beach is an overgrownfleeting child with a considerable amazing personality. Theholly’s place in the wide world is in common Nature’slanguishment.- Ora



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Longeth me beeth to fulfillethMe wish now.Me be out by meRipe green fruit.Thou beeth betakenBy me jester, and I.



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There beeth many lonelyCreatures on me plains.Me beauteous Night beeth

betossed.



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Tis me who doth beeth in me airy road of meDay.And me a watching meOld roving sea.



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Heareth me cry of thunder?Some betravelling fountains beethIn me sky.



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Me Night breaketh off,Lieth in me beloved lightIn me besimpled be prosperousSearch for me time.



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Me nary sure nor beinterested.But me findeth meWords to regarded.Me bepaced Night thriveth.



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Me acorns beeth befleckedOver me landIn me scentOf me morning dawn.



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Me heat-beblackened time.And me feet beeth a'wantingIn me coming brook.



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Me day-beshined goodness.Me seeth me sad skyBequestioned by meYears bememorable.



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Me lost fruits and meAbsent fruits.Me patient cloud to appearethDesirably.Me searcheth for me life's far shadows.



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Thy behurried actions of thy child a'bleeding.Me yesterday's angryShores beeth calmer now.



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Me milked life, infinite now.Me standeth to receiveth me looks.

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Me little happiness.Wilt expireInto me time ofMe strange newness.



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Me dancing beethBecompounded in me life.Me sky dropeth some.



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Me beeth one lost person.But, me one bepatientFellow cometh.



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Me island's silkyFurrows beshining.Taketh me all meOxen a'climbing.Me peacock beethEmbellished in meRed, blue, green.TravelethYellow lightning!Me owls beethLiving in me mist.Me life in me timeBeeth becleared.



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Me beeth bereadiedTo turneth off meBed lights.Me beeth brought outIn me few bebleakened miles.In me delight meBreath beeth bebabbling.Watcheth meBefeathered leavesOf me trees.Me beeth bereadyAnd awaiting inMe sleepy morning.



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Everything except this!Me everyday to beethRemembered down.Me desireth forBeautiful things.Man's woeful song, enough!All that beeth outside beeth me new wonders.Me beeth near me placeof me past.



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Great wine too!Me marchethBy me spacecraft.Me golden wine much!Me hot nick downfallen.And me outside everything out.Hours, hours of meTicking time.



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They simply marcheth,Our months of flowering buds.Me fallen evening's beauteous red.In me August me falling leaves.Me suffereth me outside on 'morrow.Of Time, me a good lady beeth.



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For me hath beknownMe life.They beeth a'cry forMe fruits green;And me vivid desiresBeeth to disturb alike.Me hath let me bePoor love anew.Of me cold soul.Me makers of me TimeBeeth well.



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Me hath me sun andMe wind.Here beeth me few words of air.Me bewettenedGrapes getting belost.Strong airy horses 'bove!Me outdoors now lieth unheard.



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Me wounds beeth bedrawn.Me men hath a'journeyed off.Me life beeth a'gapeing meWonderful years onward.Me heads a criss-crossingThese heads.Me threatened windA'striking me things down.In me old time to beeth forgot.



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Me new green beethMade for Thou.Much much.Me death-destroying lifeBeeth mid our hands.And Thou birds remembered.Beidentified songs outdoors bemadeBy an old and bare me.



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Me long wars embellishedBy me coming myriads.Me parts of me lostShadows to cometh backTo beeth benamed.Monumental SummersBegrowing me leaves anew!



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Me all bestolen myth-worldTo beeth echoing meFulfilled berecollections ofMe poor crew.And me need to stealeth andTo divideth it into me trances.



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Me berising light beeth well compounded.Me leaves beethA'brim in me nother sitting.Me maketh greatMe flamesOf yesterday.



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Wind held child!Towering treesEffused along meMountain roads.And me striking dayAtop mine own thick road.



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Beeth me here from oldTo new.Beeth me beseparated withMe beauty new.Me dance of me old breakers.Me mountain wiltKnow me eternity.To helpeth me birds old.



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Cleareth me everything forMe newest part.Me bedancing bodyCometh back withMe flowers, and beethWatching me fragile world belost.Me comethAnd me toucheth me hope.But curseth me, meBesensitive asker within.



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Me expecteth meSpirits of TimeTo awaken.Me May soulTrembleth and parteth.Use me mindTo thinketh backTo me early day time.



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Absent souls ofMe men a'thousand.Me thin expiringBreath beeth bethrown.Me besupplied voyagesOf me open memories.Me mean root.Me dancing seas bedrunken.And me invisible halls beethOf much life.



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Me grand mistakeBestealing me thinking forth.Me back of the seaBeeth beturning fromMe desire.Blossom, me peaksOf me day shadows.Findeth, findeth meTrip for me truth!



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Me soul beeth a'laughIn me landscapes free,In me adored oldWonderful surroundingsBeseparating.Me grass beeth

New to me garden.And me old leaf who beeth in meSoul of SummerOf me revisions of meBepierced final love.



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Me in me smartnessWatcheth over me red fire.Tallies of me heaven-taken hope.To honoreth a dropping body.Me sun beeth a'rollingOver me bebrightened yard.Flecks of me old evening road.



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Me museth over me ice-betrappedEntranceFor me vessel down meVivd shore.Broken dirt beeth inside me ice.Me present beeth pushingMe flood of me night.



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Me red light beethLiketh me wall.All me children cameBeclinking.Mine own angelic bodySetteth foreverIn me prayers whenMe good white day all beeth down.And me happy endBeeth all a'lying 'round.



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Mine own selfish person'sBetouching domination.When me eternal winds beethA'crossing me acres and me hills.Me tree limbs beethEternally bestretched.



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Me companies of meSimple moving breezes!Me years betelling thisMuch begivenOf mine own powerfulRain clouds a'coming.



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Reasons for livingIn me head!Remembereth me meBebroken sticks of me field.Me delightethOne old soul.Yet, me eyes hath becapturedAll of me poorly.Me bleak future still toBeeth disdained.



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Me cometh bepatientlyUpon me open ice.Some years beethIced over.Me old heap nary full.Me used to roareth monumentallyBut me haveth mePersonality old.



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Me lovely year beethAlways meWorld away.Me soul beeth outOf character becauseOf thy gift.Me perceiveth muchFear in me Wintertime.



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Sleepy beeth me reflectiveDew on meBewaving grass.Me poor ones seemeth toCareth for me prayers.Me August willow-tailsBeeth 'bove.Me lonely beprettiedSoul in sight!Me beclimbing MoonOf dusk!



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Simple reason ofMe worth to come.Thinketh me of meGreat works cipher.Me one soul beethBedrying her tears.Ever more of meStones outside.



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Me many trees beturning wet!That which beethBeyond me noise beeth me hope.Me Summertime's airyHeaven beeth happy and big.Me new star descendethInto me black.Beeth now becoming me pool of night.



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Of what me hundredsOnce knew.All me life at me window beethEnjoying life's Springs.Me wings falleth down.Me sacrifice by me mountain.In time one desirethMe groupings.





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To thou life's fountains beeth for thou!And, no children beeth bewretched.But me to putteth out me sad fires.Only me doth have one innocent fruit.Strongest bear triumphant!Belovingly beplaced sayings!Taketh the roses me to her.Bringeth me songs to life!Me bejoined to me ageless heights few.Dost thou beeth or becometh all tragic?Me red flame beeth bereaching.Far away beeth me crafty hunters.Within me beauteous early life,And me child bebuying things with her pennies.



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Me bebeauteousSun 'bove meFrosty few mountains.Bejoined to meDelightful rooms of me sea.Me more starsMattereth nary.



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ME bats and me stars'Bove me long shoreBeleading me boatTo me rock today.Me trusteth me readiest boys.Thick clouds 'roundMe Moon a'kissing.In me palace of me bareHeaven's end rest.



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Me green tint greener inMe days a'drift.Me eye of me sea beethSimple matter.

Nourishing beeth me garden a'freeze.Me storm top's beiced self.And, me sun beeth a'restingIn me space.



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Me old light beethOnly relinquished.Much beeth poesyBut none beethMe nonsense on me seasonsOnly.Me long shadows beeth bedarkenedAs me old drear light cometh.



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Spotted fish beeth below myself.As over wide hilltopsMe new beams speareth ope.Me beauteous gossamersLieth down.Me fairies beeth in meSide spaces in me night,In me evening air's besubmissions.



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Me beeth called to comethTo me rolling world.Me good ones to carethAnd commiteth moreLifteth me me absorbant cloth.Me cast giveth us me time-tosses.Labors fair!Me old timer's life stoppeth.



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Once now me land hathBecometh in refund.Me little astonishmentBeeth for much fish.Wherefore doth me pennyResteth in me foam?Me years apples beethIn their noble bower.



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Present end ofEndeared myth!Me world a'dart in me awe here.And, me sod wantethHer lonely beautiful rest.All me plays laidies beethIn all ill players.Tis me old ones who beethBeblessed in theirCauses and tasks!



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Fool in love soMe many beeth delighted

by me roses.And, lured by me delightfulSongs of love.Me flat main all 'a roll.Me earth beeth forgotten in time,And every creation's best beauty.



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Ill-belit light!Me handeth one me fire.Me suspense alone comethIn me moving breathe of May.An early kingdom's tales!Me befamed time of day came.



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Tis me wise step to readethWhat beeth a'given.All of me earth's skies'Bove me full day of gardening.Sad fortunate weed.Me moody scholar bebroughtenTo me windowFor her old lost book.



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Me a'glad in a darknessBethining.Me weary weight in meWorld befriendly.Me nature beeth of lateEndlessly bleak.Me skies hoppeth overMe earthIn always me common yearsAgainst me coming sky.



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Fire lights beeth betriumphingAt dusk!Me things of me rocks begabled high!Me prayers for a bewrecked oneUnder me falling monumental sky!Me phantom mountains of me sky.Time for a pleasant work.



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Me full main!Me azure beads of dew!And me beeth befooledStill with wonder.Me lady doth be quietOn me grass.And at me home for me winter,Me deer a'shaking inMe winter white.Who cometh to me besweetened yard.



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Me gate beeth guarded by me head.Me kingdom yonder!Of me new weeks talesMe desired pile beeth begiven.Me playeth one gameIn me shady yard.Out by our home.Kind beeth me shadows ofMe midnight.



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Bringeth on me frolic over!Me beeth reared by meBepeacefulness of our oldMinds alike.Me hath me clear rewardTo nameth me game.Me out worketh within me sweetHeavenly place.Taketh me a new windThrough the air.



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Some beeth much bebitten over.We together wonderfully entwined.Tis yet much water in me pitcher.Me big ship beeth onMe brink of stillness.Me Chrysanthemum'sBud beeth becapturedIn me sleeve inMe grass outside inMe sad weather.



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Me friend leaveth me me flowers! Me goodtime rift of meday! Noon beeth in me eye of me day. Ice beeth upon mefrozen water. Me tide droppeth much. Nary beeth idle ofme besplendid wetness.

Breath ever of me window. Me significant fast fish. Mesheweth and sheweth me birds. Beauty of me blackness.Me ice beeth in these drinks on me bewearied old walk.

Me dame thinketh of her father. Me pleasant week of betraveling. Me vivid lonely flow. And, nary a'newwisdom. Me moss becovereth pleasantly me rocks. MEnight pulseth a'clear.

Eateth me brown melons up? All me stars beeth out. Ourhope beeth in final besaught. Me heights beshining greatand blue. Me beeth as open an me walk. Towereth meshowers of me weather.

Me one brownmarked bepeaceful ship. More of me old

cold earth...Me best skies to sendeth us more clues. Medollar yonder in me cote pocket. Me new muse bebattleswith me kindness.



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