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We cover thee, sweet face

by Emily Dickinson

0.2009 − 0.4395i

Drawing the boundary…

Lover of Music to his Pianoforte

by Leigh Hunt

0.1955 − 0.4693i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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We cover thee, sweet face

by Emily Dickinson

We cover thee, sweet face.
  Not that we tire of thee,
But that thyself fatigue of us;
  Remember, as thou flee,
We follow thee until
  Thou notice us no more,
And then, reluctant, turn away
  To con thee o'er and o'er,
And blame the scanty love
  We were content to show,
Augmented, sweet, a hundred fold
  If thou would'st take it now.

Lover of Music to his Pianoforte

by Leigh Hunt

Oh friend, whom glad or grave we seek, 
Heaven-holding shrine! 
I ope thee, touch thee, hear thee speak, 
And peace is mine. 
No fairy casket full of bliss,
Out-values thee: 
Love only, wakened with a kiss, 
More sweet may be.

To thee, when our full hearts o'erflow
In griefs or joys,
Unspeakable emotions owe
A fitting voice: 
Mirth flies to thee, and Love's unrest,
And Memory dear. 
And Sorrow, with his tightened breast,
Comes for a tear.

Oh since few joys of human mould
Thus wait us still, 
Thrice blessed be thine, thou gentle fold
Of peace at will. 
No change, no sullenness, no cheat,
In thee we find; 
Thy saddest voice is ever sweet, —
Thine answer, kind.

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