[BNP/E3, 49A2 – 43]

In thou whose life is flying

     And whose place of soul is the air

Thine life is a drunkenness and agony

     When thou shallow of[1] longings or lone

Oh the hour at the liberty

To make one no longer free!

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As I |part|[2] for her not of blisses

     And I dream one seizes again

And each time {…} misses

     I sunk in a |newer| pain.

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The thing my {…} life should be so

To have but freedom into[3] woe|

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The spun on a net of kisses,

The spun † gold like fire

The {…} a net of blisses

     And caught my {…} desire

But I have no wings to fly

To † golden curl on high!

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I |have| but my wings in the[4] waning

     Thy taste my wings for[5] me

I could be caught in her golden †

     And be prisoner in[6] glee.

Bu the spirit {…} trust 

‘Twas my wings for me in |early| youth.  

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[1] of /are\
[2] |part| /yearn\
[3] into /in the\
[4] the /my\
[5] Thy taste my wings for /My wings were tears for\
[6] in /for\