darling! because my blood can sing
and dance ( and does with each your least
your any most very amazing now
or here) let pitiless fear play host
to every isn't that's under the spring
--- but if a look should april me,
down isn't's own isn't go ghostly they

doubting can turn men's see to stare
their faith to how their joy to why
their stride and breathing to limp and prove
--- but if a look should april me,
some thousand million hundred more
bright worlds than merely by doubting have
darkly themselves unmade makes love

armies (than hate itself than no
meanness unsmaller) armies can
immensely meet for centuries
and (except nothing) nothing's won
--- but if a look should april me
for half a when, whatever is less
alive than never begins to yes

but if a look should april me
(though such a perfect hope can feel
only despair completes strikes
forests of mind, mountains of soul)
quite at the hugest which of his who
death is killed dead. Hills jump with brooks:
trees tumble out of twigs and sticks;





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