[BNP/E3, 49A2 – 59]

3-8-08.

Give thy cup into my lips

     Dreadful night!

With thy beauty’s sense-eclipse

     Dreadful night!

Dreadful with such beauty stress

To my soul that past from bliss.

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Let me drill thy beauty cup…

     Dreadful night

In my threshold † cup…

     Dreadful night!

Dreadful in thy beauty trees

Each body moon-luminous!

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Like they are, and so we are

     Dreadful night.

Yet[1] to each two

     Dreadful night!

Here I ache with their excess

Of deep but dreadful night

     How little I can express.

Here in thy {…} loneliness

I saw on me such we can guess

How little known, here less express.

[59v]

Thou shall’st doubt is by religion

The religion upon the dream

The religion of the man

In the dawn it is began

Warning to the {…} of moon.

Then I might I puns form

In the moon’s {…} gloom.

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[1] Yet /But\