[BNP/E3, 49A2 – 32]

28-10-08.

Pale flame, I can never thee and love thee little flower

Or † you about in my bard,

But the soul and meaning of you[1], little flower

I[2] never shall understand

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Twilight let its fingers gay

O’er the harp of feeling[3] stray

Along on that harp, though, play.

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Stay like the gesture of one 

Leaves playing on the harp

Stealing to thought a {…} so rife

Earns a deeper life

In that gesture thus complete

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Twilight with tenderly ashes fingers

Abending the harp of day,

Slowly, dearly – so fair your whirl lingers

Stay, oh, for ever stay! 

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But the meaning of you

As a complete thing

Is a thought and stop – ‘twas

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Voice in the darkness weeping,

Too well I understood thee

|And the spirit of thy tune|

In the reel of thy roam keeping

The insatiate and vacant moon

Of what feels itself alone.

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Voice in the darkness wailing

What hast thou but for ever

That the weepest this

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Not alone as the star in heaven

A flower {…}

But {…} ever

Poisonously, irreparably alone

 
[1] you /thee\
[2] I /One\
[3] feeling /remembrance\