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I Should Not Dare To Call My Soul My Own.

There's Nothing Great Nor Small, Has Said A Poet Of Our Day, Whose Voice Will Ring Beyond The Curfew Of Eve And Not Be Thrown Out By The Matin's Bell.

Deep Violets, You Liken To The Kindest Eyes That Look On You, Without A Thought Disloyal.

For None Can Express Thee, Though All Should Approve Thee. I Love Thee So, Dear, That I Only Can Love Thee.

Who So Loves Believes The Impossible.