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Promise ThisWhen You be Dying
Some shall summon Me
Mine belong Your latest Sighing
Mineto Belt Your Eye
Not with Coinsthough they be Minted
From an Emperor's Hand
Be my lipsthe only Buckle
Your low Eyesdemand
Mine to staywhen all have wandered
To devise once more
If the Life be too surrendered
Life of Minerestore
Poured like thisMy Whole Libation
Just that You should see
Bliss of DeathLife's Bliss extol thro'
Imitating You
Mineto guard Your Narrow Precinct
To seduce the Sun
Longest on Your South, to linger,
Largest Dews of Morn
To demand, in Your low favor
Lest the Jealous Grass
Greener leanOr fonder cluster
Round some other face
Mine to supplicate Madonna
If Madonna be
Could behold so far a Creature
ChristomittedMe
Just to follow Your dear future
Ne'er so far behind
For My Heaven
Had I not been
Most enoughdenied?