[BNP/E3, 49A2 – 1]

17-1-08

Sing me a song of the sweetness of love

     Sing it – I wish to believe

That while a sky is a true thing alive

     We never control grieve

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Sing me a song of the beauty of life

     I would e’en {…} err

To believe that the world has not for grieve nor strife

     And that all things are {…} and |fair|.

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Sing me a song of the greatness of death

     I would feel with smile

The lie there alone dying is jar with the heath

     Rot makes nothing vile.

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Sing me a song of the living of God

     No matter what it may mean

A while let me think no man is {…}

[1v]

Prayer

To copy

# 18-1-08

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(18 at 2 a.m.)

in Delirium go just before epitaph the 2nd from the end. 

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Oh God, if thou be'st anything

Hear this frail prayer that I fling

Like an impulse with control

From out the hell that is my soul:

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Oh God, let me not pass insane

I know that half‑mad am I now,

I feel behind my youthful brow

Horrors that it sickens to contain

Ideas that my sense deride

And inhibition cast aside

I feel each day, every day

At least in one deep moment's hell

My consciousness completely stay

My reason like a {…} reel.

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Let me not be insane, my God,

Torture me in all ways beside,

But let me keep, otherwise trod

Under the foot of Time and Tide tried

In all the ways horrors of that men know,

A little portion of the sense

Of things that full is normal men's.

Seclude me not completely, no,

From men in an unconscious woe.

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I suffer much, yet let me not,

Though thus I suffered not at all,

Pass into emptiness of thought,

To madness deep which is a gall

Filling the soul till bitterness,

Becoming part of us doth steep

The whole soul in unconsciousness

A little sense, oh, let me keep!