[BNP/E3, 49A2 – 14]

30/3/09

I have buried my heart in a sunlit land

When the sunlight {…}

The no hear could hear it was eye behold

And yet far from life in the {…} cold

Was my heart at rest?[1]

But though horrid thus was my heart at rest?

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I plunged my heart in the {…} sea

And its leader cares much its {…} and reap

And so deep it sank that it |sure should be|

And the {…} |gives no cause to weep|

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No, was it divided – oh woe’s decision! –

Were it {…}

Still pain divided is pain’s division

And pain’s division is still[2] pain.

May for where it burnt and its ashes threw

To the empty air and the |sifting| sea

A murmur of pain in the air were blown

And to water {…} by misery,[3]

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[1] X Was my heart at rest?
[2] still /ever\
[3] water {…} by misery, /waves would murmur of misery.\