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TO MY MUSE, by                    
First Line: Think not that I have broken faith, my dear
Last Line: Of maddened waves, against a rock lined shore.


Think not that I have broken faith, my dear,
Since I no longer sue the favors you
Alone can give. I bide my time, subdue
The haste that I once knew. To persevere
Might drive you from my side, or weave a sheer
And empty phrase to shame ourselves anew --
You take your quiet leave without ado,
And why should I regard your conduct queer?

I only pause that you may test your wing,
Then come a willing captive to my door
Where we shall spin bright lines that softly sing
A lullaby, across the open moor;
Or rugged lines, that grasp and hold the ring
Of maddened waves, against a rock lined shore.





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