[BNP/E3, 49A2 – 41-42]
15-5-10.
Each |hot|[1] and shaded ember
Includes the outer wet;
Let us, my life, dismember
Our thoughts into regret.
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The |howling| wind blows colder
Upon the wetted pane;
Alas! our hearts feel older,
In seeking to live again.
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Oh, sad night! Each |red| ember
To hotter redness fret!
Alas! When I remember
I wish I could forget.
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[41v]
What vague and cold gusts enter
At every clink of door!
My soul is the living centre
Of all the dead no-more.
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Startle yet more each ember!
Make thy fire warm yet!
How easy it is to remember
When memory |means| regret!
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[42r]
3.
The waling wind is higher
All round the[2] senses lone.
My eyes leave not the fire,
My lips mutter and[3] moan.
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Shift uselessly each ember!
All our soul is regret:
|We regret what we remember
And regret what we forget.|
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A darkness takes each ember.
Away from where I fret.
Our life is to remember
And our wish to forget.
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Oh, colder and wilder blowing
The wind through the wet gloom!
On the grave of my past is glowing
A red rose in full bloom.
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[42v]
4
Could I wish to forget (dead ember!)
Without pining or regret!
Or could I wish to remember
Without wishing to forget!
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My mystery comes to touch
My shoulder till I shake.
I know not |*at a| such
As though makes one to think.
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[1] |hot| /warm\
[2] the /my\
[3] mutter and /a vague name\
