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Sweet the coming on / Of grateful evening mild; then silent night / With this her solemn bird and th... 
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds 
While the storm clouds gather far across the sea,
From too much love of living
She dried her tears, and they did smile
O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes;
The bird let loose in Eastern skies,
Ah, love, let us be true 
She rides the sandworm of space!
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems."
O rose, who dares to name thee?
Love is Not All
Could any State on Earth Immortall be,
Flowers, cold from the dew,
An Irish Airman foresees his Death
THE WEATHER OF LOVE
This is what I am, I'll say, to leave this written
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime
Each day before the end of eve
There is neither creation nor destruction,
And now the measure of my song is done: 
Edie Sedgwick (1943-1971)
Ô, the wine of a woman
Fair flower, that dost so comely grow, 
The Bear and the Maiden Fair
When sad she brings the thunder
Tonight I Can Write
When I Am Dead, My Dearest
Here lies a she sun, and a he moon there;
I am not a Hindu, 
A bird sang sweet and strong
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,
It was many and many a year ago,
The sad and solemn night hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires;
Are you looking for me? 
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems,
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? 
sweet spring is your
The sun was shining on the sea, 
Duende
She died--this was the way she died;
A black cat among roses,
Every Night and every Morn
You want to know my sweet?" I ask her.
And in despair I bowed my head;
She felt like weeping. She didn't know why at first, but then it hit her.
Truth 
Farewell sweet earth and northern sky,
And still, after all this time,
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? 
There are three lessons I would write-
My father, father!' - she might pray to the winds;
Acquainted with the Night
A poor old Widow in her weeds
if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have
We have made thee neither of heaven nor of earth,
Greater in battle
At Tara in this fateful hour,
When words run dry,
I saw a ship of material build 
That dog is a wolf, is he not?'
Elm
Storm Warnings
If you can keep your head when all about you 
For each man kills the thing he loves yet each man does not die
I know I am but summer to your heart,
See this abdicated beast, once king
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
It was two weeks after the day she turned eighteen