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 Rh you are like the snow only purer fleeter, like the rain only sweeter frailer you

whom certain flowers ressemble but trembling(cowards which fear to miss within your least gesture the hurting skill which lives)and since

nothing lingers beyond a little instant, along with rhyme and with laughter O my lady (and every brittle marvelous breathing thing)

since i and you are on our ways to dust

of your fragility (but chiefly of your smile, most suddenly which is of love and death a marriage) you give me

courage so that against myself the sharp days slobber in vain:

Nor am i afraid that this, which we call autumn, cleverly dies and over the ripe world wanders with a near and careful smile in his mouth (making

everything suddenly old and with his awkward eyes pushing sleep under and thoroughly into all beautiful things) 98