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I Do Not Write For The Public. You Are My Public And I Hope To Convert You.

Natural Heart's Ivy, Patience Masks Our Ruins Of Wrecked Past Purpose.

I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark, Not Day. What Hours, O What Black Hours We Have Spent This Night!

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And I Have Asked To Be Where No Storms Come, Where The Green Swell Is In The Havens Dumb, And Out Of The Swing Of The Sea.