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Oh, in pains is my heart forsaken!    as chastened use has chased away what Love's abundance canst provide;       and whichever path she may have upon advanced or taken, I must hastened choose                      to search this whole world imagined, both far and wide. Ah, how an eminence does make the maiden youth where ev'ry other breath in innocence sets her chest to fall, to rise; and now I speak just to thee in truth, in case thou hasn't heard me hence, or believed me true. Do cease the actions of mischievous type, as roguery isn't worth the childish enterprise: rather to me extend thy hand, impassioned, as I to my goddess rise! Allow me to enter, kiss thee upon that hand as then, then when I would always askance grin -ere I'm reduced to inanition in your absence on this night, such as I have often chanced to be when first astray in the variable contrast of ineffectual obscurity. In my thoughts a resident thou art, my fantasy perceived as a great charmer, a beauty to beseech -one whose constant sufferers are the broken heart, it's action ceased within those past suitors which have only been half-tutored in that ancient art, which to you I did teach: but the unbelievers naked eye wilt see nothing of your radiant form, which I defend, set truly apart! Yet ye thru usury harm this poor man, as you hurriedly dart out after I come in; in and out of my reality, on this you are bent, one that the real world called strangely marked, a world forlorn that fears that which it doesn't understand, (or envies.) Do you, mine maiden, not see things as they were; or in your leave of absence comprehend that the complex of elements that reasons hath made thee-as God did make the universe in an ambiguous flight of fancy-where thru convictions solely are such dimensions and reflections given worth? You are all that torments my fiery soul cruelly, so cruelly, again and again, as you do as e'er alter my Heaven, and make falser my Earth!
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
This Whole World Imagined
Oh, in pains is my heart forsaken!    as chastened use has chased away what Love's abundance canst provide;       and whichever path she may have upon advanced or taken, I must hastened choose                      to search this whole world imagined, both far and wide. Ah, how an eminence does make the maiden youth where ev'ry other breath in innocence sets her chest to fall, to rise; and now I speak just to thee in truth, in case thou hasn't heard me hence, or believed me true. Do cease the actions of mischievous type, as roguery isn't worth the childish enterprise: rather to me extend thy hand, impassioned, as I to my goddess rise! Allow me to enter, kiss thee upon that hand as then, then when I would always askance grin -ere I'm reduced to inanition in your absence on this night, such as I have often chanced to be when first astray in the variable contrast of ineffectual obscurity. In my thoughts a resident thou art, my fantasy perceived as a great charmer, a beauty to beseech -one whose constant sufferers are the broken heart, it's action ceased within those past suitors which have only been half-tutored in that ancient art, which to you I did teach: but the unbelievers naked eye wilt see nothing of your radiant form, which I defend, set truly apart! Yet ye thru usury harm this poor man, as you hurriedly dart out after I come in; in and out of my reality, on this you are bent, one that the real world called strangely marked, a world forlorn that fears that which it doesn't understand, (or envies.) Do you, mine maiden, not see things as they were; or in your leave of absence comprehend that the complex of elements that reasons hath made thee-as God did make the universe in an ambiguous flight of fancy-where thru convictions solely are such dimensions and reflections given worth? You are all that torments my fiery soul cruelly, so cruelly, again and again, as you do as e'er alter my Heaven, and make falser my Earth!
jamie-l-cantore
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
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