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Sonnet XXXI-XXXV
th,

    And catce.

    Yes, call me by t name,--and I, in truth,

    it,  .

    it, I said, Ill anshee

    As t call me by my name--

    Lo, the same,

    Perplexed and ruffled by lifes strategy ?

    old ily

    I dropped my flowers or brake off from a game,

    to run and ans came

    At play last moment, and  on h me

    through my obedience. hen I answer now,

    I drop a grave t, break from solitude;

    Yet still my  goes to thee--ponder how--

    Not as to a single good, but all my good !

    Lay t, best one, and allow

    t no c could run fast as this blood.

    it, I said, Ill anshee

    As t call me by my name--

    Lo, the same,

    Perplexed and ruffled by lifes strategy?

    old ily

    I dropped my flowers or brake off from a game,

    to run and ans came

    At play last moment, and  on h me

    through my obedience. hen I answer now,

    I drop a grave t, break from solitude;

    Yet still my  goes to thee--ponder how--

    Not as to a single good, but all my good!

    Lay t, best one, and allow

    t no c could run as fast as this blood.

    If I leave all for t thou exchange

    And be all to me ? Shall I never miss

    alk and blessing and the common kiss

    t comes to eacurn, nor count it strange,

    o drop on a new range

    Of his ?

    Nay,  t place by me which is

    Filled by dead eyes too tender to know change ?

    t s . If to c
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