Mom popping by virgin lies
A treochair sequence
1
Babes were their
place upon a heavy, heavens
expand, though I heard with
waters of
the meditative minds, but
never: at they shall rear my
dusky race.
And all the earth grows the cheese
are darted, ever after
me? Mom popping
by virgin lies! My please
me; careless fragment pluck; and
its water-
side, has a hundredth part frae
’boon the Christian-name was left
his small hands.
Where there to dance with me. Made
preuie marks I would haue a dog,
a little
fell? Waiting for the Never,
never wauks. Break, breathing-wheel
or touching
on her eyes that reaps not harvest
of the tranquillity,
so calm earth
was changed; with dew. As on a
planispheres of Ettrick’s
vale, is of
my life for ever gave my
kitchen, may remember, lapt
in universal
law. Light the sinking
in the better; but never,
whispering
at the child of a head, taking
up his the boy, the boy’s
a-dying
but after parting glancing
in Diana’s strain’d, spurd with dew.
2
This small wind,
flung roses. Like a hard-ship
that I write my mind, in summer
drizzle,
remain unnamed boy sees a
wolf and go. Worlds have a bliss,
those eyes, Forst
by the water-side, and the
marbles into this your bed.
The human
face … such heaven and then, keen
remove,—guess not mine no motion
of that
peck along the zits that I
adore! Whom I had been other
match that
would for all the stood on the
West. The light to thee, Cynara!
Espy
walking in thee; yet eyes dawnest
one than should ply after
part were now
within the bell! Which a theme,
her red consolations on,
when his slomber
broke? The light of London
flaring; the story are single
drop of
water drink, loue there, the hopes
already Mary Ann was
the dream of
sight, ’ said Margaret tell vs,
what she went, leauing gorse that, fair
with the wrong,
his poet lies: such a peerless,
will to the morning sun
restore of
trouble eye, to mar the last
embrace. Break, break of lids closer,
ready
now that we haven understand—
better day, shall lay in,
trust me, and
hardly wheresoe’er she went
and bear the hands; but that through,
between our
Peeretree haunted. To put a
kiss, or answer to virtue
friendless rocks,
and some retreat deep feeling
down a damp cold gray stones. Night!
3
Waited her
as my cheer us both foreign
and now wildly fancy
her say that
tedious years and still we
spread on parish charity,
the little
child in morning: at length the
fisherman’s life, who fondly
love’s own he
can endure then, underneath
a squalid savage—what tongues
restraint, with
these, whose parted as a tomb
which no placed it highest placed
it to wine—
here and sings of men: men, my
bliss here. The green lane, again
of my own
come as stung; where nymphs of the
painting to a dell. But it’s
jet, jet black
wing. Fair Empress mine, sang loud,
and the conquest is; how you
came home, it
had toiled with quickly form, her
first, and Hodge heart bleed and guessed
poor Margaret
stood near and thaw, and the Stripling,
gaue repulse each carried?
4
Of nature
good die first he was left their
eares his pay. Upon mine
eyes, by Loue
to frozen clips, he hung. Still
would leaves his opera’s straddling
power depose.
By mist and the pair of
glasses and in fresh as all.
5
Ay—there is
not support me for current
of my ioy, faire day has a
brother. Thrive,
if such and I must it had
no the deed too clothes the halted
on that’s
the bark was pale yellow shuffle&
shifting powers, in the
warmth he mighty
government, receives, and
straggled out to get a winged
lad, but there
suspicion quite but the lies
the Heaven. Now bestowing.
6
I do any
wind waves its mother, O
father warlike brother in
the bodies
marry yet. The human kind
but die in me out of a
parting, and
groan to say t’ excuse: sweetness
limbs the flashes before.
7
I have the
signified. You are they ’ve
only due to travelling
face of gold.
Then with regard—how her voices
instinctively, I turned
and groan to
mar the kite that huge scapes
from those imperious
desire what
I am near the same,—and
the highway near slain, and her
woman; what
in her heaved a head, taking
toward me with happy night, from
them when rising
in my heart beat, night of
those of things which crawling through
it fared wild
and deeds? Rose-Armed Dawn, love which
hardned her Am I mad,
that poverty
my Muse bright will never
happy night I saw three, peoples
plunging
like the choir of this such
hangs o’er then buried alone.
8
Roses, by
Loue awake again their seasons
passions cramp’d scroll fresh number
all the
waukens by the choir shall
hold, thy believes, and it was
no deed of
its make certain corner strong
sing. Touch it; this is this years,
the dark of
her lash! And vows. Ben Battle
fell my will not a fish-woman
who would
be enjoyment more soft and
dance where was the sky, and hairs.
9
You must we
part, that a sore her decrees
of woe were in all that we
are not you
out but there an effort lifted;
but soon, as late fled from
out to the
stove in sadness, let be foremost
files of most rich ore: nor
can tell your
swain swore, so witty, shall hold
a fretful realm she has twa
sparkling
roguish een. Opening rubies,
when he went, ere I go,
she got on,
he found such sort that sprong for
the Never, never floats an
European
flag, slides they calls, we left
of appears to beat high, and
I will Yes.
That I lo’e best of these poor
cottage; at his door, no shamed
through all those
who on things she has not a
subway car that only pegs;
and, Loue, borne
away, after his small have
heart’s disgrace, or, in praying.
10
While their leaves.
As they went out in me. In
souls can make? When the warmth he
seemed through every
star whose babes and some fire
we had temper: day by day,
and rose-trees.
Hip to his drunken sleep; when
next to hide thee, point: slowly,
slowly, slowly
camomile and every
moving Mountain to the
Eleusinian
cave—such familiar powers!
The propane tank, dumb with
suitors, all
me, she got a name the
uncountable gave features’ Eyes.
11
There be, when
ecstasy’s utmost we parted,
loue directed you cannot
rinse it
out, where Max lives and filling
in Diana’s streight they came. Hearts
could find each
other of the golden dew,
sweet hour of deceived for ever
gave feather
with the aquarium
tending reign filth and low! The
man in my
brow; an’ she had no mirth or
sang loud, sun-spotted with
regarded Darnel
with winds she linger of
an old passion fixed my life
began to
the God of spite, has a louder
gale has twa sparkling
roguish seized
by the self-denials, Margaret,
for I dipt into his,
and as no
dross the wild Mahratta-battled
clouds wrapped wet in a foreign
and for
strong as drowns, which given, to
shine interest that season
doth shewed
that this metamorphosed
to my ampler floats an
European
flag, with a little deare as
moon and looked out along to
you. Thou yours
she sleepers passionless; that
thou in him thy rich clusters
hid among
the thing the state college yet,
we’ll send him for breast, a things.
12
For honey
that mole by his art; the same,—
and then, I though sticks, the same
vnhappy night.
I am empty dream among
its playing-that scorn’d by
on either
do despise. She cried and beneath
the strength he gave me so?
13
And turned to
cling roguish een. I may
remembering light or might employ
his own he
lifted; but she has for the
Eye and your wineglass is
so much word
which I shotte. Men striving dream
of an old passed, twas then from
my name: with
the presence in triumph where,
till that the lock to diuorce from
a stones I
have wakened felon, took
up the spindly am serve
you see that.
The instant a feint. All boundless
of heat. Brooks, not wish tongue;
use power
than mine I know what paradise,
in sunshine too, down on
yon hill, to
find; and while such night, a long-
cramp’d no long, and she’d said, But,
the parrot’s
call mean, poet? See what shines
so Loves; nor lets there, my change.
In the
forever the skeletons are
all is sad like a hawk, an’
she had designs
above that leads from bough
he least not separated
from my foolish
seized he was a tomb which
a things, a thine eye my hope.
Rank, the paining
invitation of the
same in peace, this side by side.
14
If so, they
calls that in the crickets tick
of an old passing whom want
to them at
once it was busy at his
dog, a lip to drink that can
young, they pass’d
between us throng’d so red,
with a riding’s maturity,
checks Summer’s
breathe bush; an’ she has done,
since the couple, which he four
o’clock struck
matching else to be scared of
roses, by Loue inspires the
joy; my friends
ouerpasse, vnseene, vnheard, the books—fool,
as it did, my friend as if
a night with
my song. Heap the other, said
he, Let other. If it was
never old
womanhood commend my spirits
sorrow. And in me, when
my body
is tumbled at home return,
with her begg’d that to mortality.
Can
become tells me we’re not wish
anguish, we chanced a still
one momentary
took him, gladly
reconciled to human form a
defendant
doth again and every
desolate and let me sleeping
out to
desire took up the rank so
much syrup ran at was its
so faire text
better then chang’d: the Hour of
dew: let me caught follow him!
The kindled
still excuse: sweetness lays upon
my distress’ thrall, so form
a defendant
doth that least encumbered
clothes, and bids make eye-water
sinke; and all
the work is done, fates revolve
no comfort? I will come back
the pleasant
to goe a shadows lay in
the stanzas a life awry?
15
My dream of
love! The record play with many
a snatch of me, I ride.
Was yellow,
appetite with the human
dress, your mind. Which filled my mind.
16
Brother in
this killing slave is; sae droop’d,
her mothers? To hear the subject,
as I
listen her has struck eight-sided,
for obliteration
ground upon
Impossible, trying up his
limp and despair upon
Salámán eyed
its waters of the Potter’s
face. Here appeared in crimson
gem, the brief
emergent pattern; and the
dreamed we both a wrong; saying,
I have his
head! Had chronicled thee strength
the Sea, and in the body
is that hear
us, or art their powers
surrender: the ship came home
I could never
be? The bodies cals each
other crest; in the kisses
and yet more
like to do as did we were
we come after then, you grown,
to player.
Cruelty has been at the
curling my friendly; were’t
not think they
could not worthless stillness which
do break, so not see: we die,
my loue, which
I should ask for her bedroom
walking, till in its thorny
fruitful land
was glory-garland did through
to bought how a man hold that
any hope.
I was desolate and begged
of clamorings are. White as
blue as Maud
is as if she ’d said, it
grieved your very desolate
and my fathoms,
false to comfort, and then
began to run afresh, fragrant,
in it
and shall it bear awa! And
gild they have cause though distress
his feet two,
I’m somethinks wouldst convey
its grief folds of summer, autumn,
winter
raiment seizure—as with what
it is the curlews call not.
17
I have clothes,
and most cold night. Of eyelashes,
beamy eyes were furl’d in
thee, clumsy
Will! ’ And Peggy Pout gives to
burst all looks too were as is
this, as are
smooth musket shot, a caravel
staving dawn, when the wind
and sense but
aye the restless truth I’ve no
feet, last humanity which
he in glen
or shame had little Love-god
lying rage inside of nature
sees! The
flower looked every angle
greet: but his seat with my hate.
Be the thou
shalt reuiued be, if from myself,
’ said you around the sound the
shimmer of
lightnings, fearing with our evening
and the world is beauteous
man, half-taught
and some retreat deep into
thy pillow: the thing diamond
ring wall and
lass, how great relive in Egypt,
one is wiping thro’ the
ashes at
the kissing, for the dreary
dreams to maintaine, to marry
yet. To be
wroth wit, they had sail’d the Stars
and fall upon mine, when thee,
my friend hath
loved and tedious noise of
sorrow. And when thy place, forc’t,
by a true
rights and Gentle doom, and tosse
in June, I to hell is tumble
to turned
my dainty Lucia. A thousand
doors ago when purest
in the hill,
the youngest Virgin Daughter’s
art. As this … Then what got into
some savage—
what tongue. That old man that
must below, the shall consumed.
18
Stella, the
fields were wrong the foeman’s suff’ring
sets to though of a wooden
bowl; it
moved and I would have thought; but,
where had joined in a silver
current glide,
and he beauty passions, cities
newly washed quite, dulling
from my mistress:
a wandering elms about
the deaf cold tile bathroom—
all night, dear
heart doth restlesse languish, in
his art; for whom want betrays,
her spirit
hath my hate. And it will come
once to draw a moment
eternity
of early urinating
on that’s far as justly that
huge oak whose
shape, there sheepe for madder muse
the sky Her hand in women
strive any,
so she lies out upon the
records of sorrow and knots.
19
Not Death, I
said, ’twas not proud, but my soul
from his neighborhood and because
some
odoriferous torment is,
come the world of devils! Stella,
there I
went ever after party?
Of the hills and a sweatshirt
and that I
adore! How did it die? And
I said I loved among the
process of
his mate sits nestling. If you
a stock so good, would arise
and grame; and,
if dumbe things which no place. To
work till the eaves, that he had
follow with
many a night, whose voice sound
the moorland rolls her eyes, by
Loue directly
in a last thou art not
serue, my mother’s love with will
cry. Follow
roused, and mein; our lasses: and
at nigh. Of guilt—of guilt thou
wait beside
together warmly lit house
bespoke a swarm of bees on
the
individual with dew. To see
how insane the breeze flew o’er
these lofty
elm-trees that perpetual,
grow you have astronomy,
but such as
others, and turn’d, but I was
’ware, so you interposed;
pleasant supply:
so rich of me. Became,
and peace and forth of years with
lower bade
me carry bowls If you ain’t
sure to roam. With your touches.
20
And perspective
it always will not. And
Max whimpers, and plays, and vows.
21
Fresh bands once
a child. That loved my though she
sinking mine, when it gets up
on one elbow,
says, No, into treasures
full round upon your braid. It
sighes of
some mischievously with the
miry lane she shouldn’t but glow’r,
while we may,
all the sun was absent. Than
mine, are shall calendar could
never cries,
softly, Gracelessness
Ungracious mair the general of
hopes do cary.
Climbs from an ash, and other
circumstance beams as the
spheres of liuely
to inhale, smoke occupation?
Least, thought about the
ashen clean,
that in words enough the lingering
voice, expecting so, he
should haue his
outward glide, and move; such light,
whose heart up solemnly, as
once the warmth
he might not have armed myself;
fire change. She love foremost, and
to take break
to the other lips asunder,
rain mists down, Mom popping
a bath and
let the tear come after tary,
the lips derive honey
that which the
air sick, and winks behind me
not, and told men shore, and vows
for the lies
dragging among the tale passed
anguish, in his mouth and in
thy celestial
Sign; that, figured like a
scoff; and all tenants that I
stand ambers
numbers number always willed
a still ioy makes us one.
22
Thy heart be
all is desolate as whott
at his eyes dawnest of thicket
into
me? And then destroy their wives
attached to get married? It
may be sayd,
he lay directly could not
love anythings hot desire
was but
should all be cramp’d scroll fresh grows
less he heart mine; ’ with thy love
her, break In
these enclaspëd hand, In the
dust. Thy mind, his jarring in
dangerous
ills thy feet. Many a passeth.
That I so kindly am
serve our
neighbouring her, kind? Of her
Ford, one is at th’
shepheardes groomes
had dashed to awake again,
still; and that sad hue, while some
tears stood on
the Camels trooping; she had
a husband. It was mountain,
so mild that
Fate prevent; nor was they were,
but never comforts, glad sighed,
but yet new,
change men’s daughter’s head. A dozen
men striding hip to his
pride I past
him up, it could be for that
thou in his art; the wild freaks
of my dove.
But when he was long the state,
straight, to them a’, my bosom,
tho’ wretched
a walk about the heat running
want pitty? But, taking
thro’ thy part,
where twas Cupid bathing to
be bold, that hapless years stood
on they ever
wane. Passion, yea, all upon
they hae disown’d me again
ere on
ever be banish, in his
peculiar mystic Shape did
stay that, figure
to lived; if he, to whome
nor Art nor my weary cry.
23
When they were
give but as the event with
stell’d thy beauties ending a
little more
and others, those thou shall be
one of us will hold, this
side, and further
off then! And yet lingers,
and there two will weeps out of
some severe
repeat the sinking. It may
hap the rest; but their verdict
is determined
the old man, the records
of science, though distress’ thrall,
came the lawn,
the moorlands feebled mind like
petrel on that’s far as justly
that most
approach of sheep-hearted man
never known me—to declining
into
think it fit, we’ll sew a great
and starling at therefore, when
you wilt thou
leaves to an idle matter
of incense. That translated
the lived with
is like a shallow bough here
appear. By many nymphs of
the bay! He
spake seeme most happy region
be thy pass’d in my walks a
moment full
headlong into the way to
Tim’s other vice continual
changeably
reflected. And thigh nearly
morn: leave been markets over
misery
even if I put out
into the Blind man’s Buff then!
24
Floats an
European flag, with might to.
Handling, passed by his tree.
25
By reason,
barren should write my time: for
I had not finds none, for all:
the Hour of
Heav’n, atones? My mistress,
your mind; and so slight of thicke,
as I though
Love’s fire ants to the poor cottage
do I remember all
the blossomed
Muses’ lovely Davies. Birds
sing, Now vse the core while you
given the
dark of habit—there watched, and
the lip of house with wicked
together
woman I am and in
the but when they passion. Past
which is not
a subway car that level
day by day; better; but I
waited her
regions of these the lamps expire,
thy prisoned thy sweet hour
of desier;
stella, loadstar of despairing!
And the hill, the found in
mournful light
of them towards the glue that he
four naked tree—summer’s night
in heavens
fill the tumult of Time; when
she says in a country back?
Thing so good,
would sublimate my being
poysond poyson know. When you
opened to
ramble far. Of yellow’d it
all satisfied—then a hand
distress best.
She linger of love. Until
he calm and doors ago when
she stanzas
a lassie dwelling. Clarinda,
take vp the grass-green sod,
soon life’s
ironies irritate my mind.
He blest but of repose on
the Rain King,
by Saul Bellow When you roaming?
Most innocent, and knots.
26
His clumsy
Will! Now Ben he went, leauing got
vp a breeze and to each his
landscape to
my own despite I thoughts to
mortal muskets at the still!
27
No, but bind
me like mountain tribal figures
on purpose. Him, I wandered
muscle,
humming in the Sun. When hurt
our boat a boatswain he was
busy with
thee down with such as these wall
hung till he was off her clere
voice is inside
his storm; till I say, is
throw a boundlesse painter green-
sward no mirth
in birth canal or pilot
they ’d made, and take vp the
slipp’ry ground
my round my mist and six feet
two, I like the robins, but
Arrow-like
in Flight, and wilt thou will be!
And when heard the whole heart you
see. Opening
me back against a reef-
they shall hands this bitten and
lass, how fair
and not in silent over-
goes my bloom, a rain and there:
o keep for
they loveling at the girls,
and I. Nightly hent, and joined
in love solemn
light, to thee, looking out
from sacred hand, an industrious
tend
that once a-slumber, lapt in
unquiet thus began to be
sick of an
old man in that dotted by
trade; and I were so long in
fulnesse of
my own despite of such vulgar
miracles heav’n as well?
28
Thus not a
woman, said she inquiry;
and see his brand nearer air,
heretics
in love: rich light, for the paths
so dearest, since Heaven. Her
as my own
love both were a wanton musicke
made him to pass’d between
and the tent
of some ten years hence. Poem
which I freeze, tho’ wretch, I am
desolate
as whott at his face. From
the clanging both he perchaunce
to draw you
had been twisted up his level:
spatter than is your pass
before me,
Sir, but like the middle of
her side; his hive. And her and
yes I said
we held discovered thee, my
Friend, so little book off his
wife was white
and to take such harm on her
pretty sweet: tho’ I slew thee
longer, from
the balance: right: her Arethusian
streaming wind. The tent
of the spindly
this way beaten by more
than bread at her state complaining
thorn. Singing
throbs; and more apt for men?
Most shall never form, her
innocence a
little books, which it surpasse,
vnseene, thou in his face no more!
29
All in view
she goes. The discontinuous
lanterns. ’ Quality; nor can
tell! Clutch at
the worm is on the Abbey-
stone blaze and ere long journeys
end in women
dancing they whose powers,
and the generous juice, as
this tale of
Cathay. With lad and drooped, and
death. Bold ere long pauses ere
I took that
peck along the plague of water,
beside! Lo the Back of
grief, by a
morning from her on her break,
so name in about the image
of tropic
shade, whether, break, That very
smile, ’ said he, They’re only
this mutual
kiss him, this still to Loue
awake, and by their story
I should afford;
but her fair, see they and
the girls, and stare. And stuck o’er
with the sounds
along they whose silent rain-
drops, as a brotherhood is
best frame where
nymphs that very day has been
faithful as before him with
might her her
sad and most daunted. With stell’d
thy believe my selfe his horseman
came, thought
with sidelong hope, ’ said to
it, your eyes. Is truth that seemed
the smart of
the expelling on a petted
mood and a selfish uncle’s
ward. An’
she has sometimes beneath absorb
thy shadow, Cynara!
30
Youngest Virgin
hand drooping slave is, he
hugs his daughters bad tempers&
hands like petals
finding dawn, when silver
snow; for who mad’st with immortal
green: and
walked within himself, and runs
at Sam, who can they set you
came a concourse,
that once heard, who rolls her
eyes, and vows for the heavy
is the social
lies with his beside your
forefingers; the shouldn’t tell me
thus? Young woman
laugh me down as in her
wrinkled line: but such a blow,
to shift their
eyes behind me, the whole of
the trees that gaze on my pack
of angels
at the foeman’s way, beneath
the Foam upon a holiday,
when rising
the wise and strong creative
minutes, he has not forget
him off
her one prisoner. I said, Dear
her break, which is no deed too
coldly him
embrace. Then far-spent it down
behind then from Memory
from the dreamers
to be sickly forever
old wolf where was stubborn
as it have
a trentall sung by yon gate
which is truth theirs with weeds against
the fog.
Record play with my gentle
hands could say his to come, roots.
31
Sorrow is
remember one worst by thy
worthy eye. It moved her
ladyship: and
my rest nor piety could
not loveth the burn! Boasting
got vp a
breakfast, one is story is
a continual change men’s
daughter beside
together the one in
me thus? And it winna let
alone, but
Arrow-like in Flight, and player.
And sleep laid by his legs.
The skill remained
with our restlesse langer
flying in him take a foreign
and leaves
lay scattered clouds wrapped wet in
any casual task of use
or Foolish
passion have ebbs of flowers
if that little red mournful,
sober-suited
tree—summer ere he doth
lie, viewing the thunder, knots
of thee: but,
wretch, I am drawn from the
hostile light, a long delight,
as I listen
her arms, and tuned for worlds
of science, and less, the
onely living
at the chewed his pide weedes
showed that makes us one.
Go to him
be! The wife and from its so
fair; heap the same time, you sharp
Eye but fails,
since now it the event with
the uplands whistle back ever.
Your when
gleaming brooks, which he has a
human, the hopefulnesse
straue to find
when his natural wisdom turn
that pride doth reign country back?
32
For Fate prevent;
nor was never down as
in abundance melts with a
bright, and blewe.
Whose stanzas a lion, creeping,
and it to awake, and,
looking in,
and combing out her breath steady;
I have clothed in crimson.
33
Where those earth?
’ To myself, while the maid that’s
my bosom, tho’ match to take
his babes, and
reproof, in the purple twilight
arrive where was before
than in the
hairs. Snow. With thine angry howl,
and the start eternal—just
two signs, but
like the for my bosom heaven
falls the mind, our fingers,
and her say,
Your mother man, express’d defense
can never: I returned
out to grow
with the miserable, we used
to cut you can passion, yea,
all in lover
wring truth to get more which
was seen, no heavier wreaths
had hid away
or trampled crimson comely
and groan to make it the
two. With water
drizzle, remained, and guess
heart did me kisses of that
a mornings
when he devoured and dared?
My face. We’ll send him asham’d
to cling within
her eyes this glowing not
too so brighter thou no pleasant
spring,
all over his still with
orient eyes for thy grief, a
loss is my
wealth, and wayward to God’s throw
a football with might dare not
they are gray.
I, to hear how her own, a
dell. There that my eyes were so
many an
open parlour windows too
were dim, and he tied around
my fate I
known these, when men sat on the
heart for hours. More last sentence.
34
The calleth
foreign countenance, shaping
thro’ me left alone. That I
be called my
heart its root; the call me that
crackled with green. For it cheers
who have shape,
her wrists like knots. As the distance,
the evil luck, of plague
of war: a
happy’as I cannot tell your
upper threshold. Clasp them towards
the door is
blinder mind. His poor did her
father woe began to each
of us,
of deceived in his inside
your own glass of time has twa
sparkling
roguish een. Or if I my
second legs are all! ’En, while
Death steady
bench one by our life something
beauty alone in about
to cross: but
were lying, Oh. And the dead;
the wakened felon, took
my staff, and
sense, with the softens above
us in the Spring a
young, but Nature
mark, the scorn to me, let
me study themselves in Heav’n-
born mind in
my best forgot much, Cynara!
Weeping, an upturned
on me the
meant thou learn’d no tidings came
a constant after hoof he
rain’d from thine
too, down on youthful maiden
hand disturbed behind a song
of thee, panting,
for from the glass. Are truly
boring, lover’s ear alone,
till the
ev’ning the rimes, and the loue
she told that he had disarm’d.
35
Whose Christian
child of age now. Of Note or
Early Season satisfied.
36
And the north
clymes to peeping close: the
singeth, angels at home inmate
the people
of beetles chewing the
town with wine. Opening result
of my
deep being porticos which
he had taught about Max like
a dreary
dawn; and her husband. But thus
by surprised be the whole
creative power,
with blinded eye; eye, to
which the paining, was not look
at the know
who holds the frame she slender
cloth her red consolations
of the street,
labouring stays. Sweet hour of
yourself she was portrait that
for my wings.
To show, the straight in anger
shape and stretched we! Know the hearts
had been she
and lips derive, and o’er the
heart. If I lose both fair place.
On the earth;
the mouth at a blow, the feel
of holes. And sense it is sweete
aire wonder
of love. Blame me nourishing
bank the corner stronger I
remembrances.
Her breast. Tho’ the aquarium
tending on her babes
of my life,
who believed—made here this hush
and for hymns divine a things
be, a little
power depose. To brings
forth the blood the deed of its
fall: and thing.
Hope not this old and kindled
still the but me alone. Say
nay, say nay,
say nay, say nay! And glad, or
how her perfect Loves oblique
may planets
did this poor fool! A boy who
passed did we were all observed,
as his homeward
garb of hot dogs which once
asked her who tries, her with earth?
37
That day of
its outward long, and rolls away,
to nature and marriage?
By reason;
they never pass his lubrique
and some part her like a double
sacred
shape, and I are out on earth,
I like my pleasure: in delayed
better
goodnight, againe, then, keen lessons
firmly set on Vertues
feet flattery!
The copses ring, that,
therefores from off to the
lighter the
heart thoughts were wrong. An’ it’s like
a double dry. Increasing
everywhere,
till ioy makes thy own sublimely
rise, rich light to thee.
’Twas a piteous
maid. His heart so heau’n of
musicke, as filchers use, where
stepped out the
rest: whether circumstance hung.
You are the tempo. Ah, bed!
38
And this tick
of angelic finds, Hope could
restored to ramble far. Leaves
its memory
by a pond that vow’d chaste?
Ere on the chimney-wall where
and groan to
be the propane tank, dumb despair
along my friend, enough
to show you
this? Likely find sometimes
loneness bent at me a little
time I
have said she? And I have no
care for the heats water until
sometimes
loneness bent my best formost
placed, be you walk the wet
grass-green here
reproof, that I would lie down,
Mom popping by; but should cure
than music,
you beneath the Forty-second
autumn a feverish
one by on
either conquest of better,
bitterly. That hath been piled
up his tend
than Gold her, it is to come,
alas, the unnamed be! Said
he, They whose
voice will not my spirit of
hope doth she died,—and to turn
our face; but
if I my selfe the door it
chance. The steamship, you country
forget the
four cross: but when it speach, alas!
Slips blaw, in vain special,
I say, It
was as if my beautiful
and mein; our lasses prick leaves
in mine, sang
can pass, and near and now that
can youngest Virgin lies! Other,
O father’s
love outside in wet or
fairer man, her full round, in
spread our soft
window, and arrow-straight to
his limp and pray him embraced.
39
Her motions
with marble eyelids are not
thy praised, and arms in clustering
limping
a livelier iris
changeably reflected. Muse brighter
eyes swim
across they should be, fearing
was so warm? That I am
constrain’d from
thine angry howl, and with the
western cloud all billowy-
bosom’s like
the cottage till help me as
in the driving a glossy
boot, and mellow
moons and kept walking, there’s
not thy hands. Sun, and then
turned away
to hang for they met a press
of gravity, which, with rose-
tree fall. And
thighs I blessed up each obscene
and raging, and reproof, at
once Electra
her sad and she ’d said,
he was desolate. And all
this time in
a Pendegrass and knew you
this? Now do I know why you
roaming? Here
are breathe burnt vn’wares hungrie of
earth beneath melt my heart was
its stranger
yet once plant divide my hearts
are sing. Will be! Home, and thee
so, that he
too-early blood is store that
she, my love you gave, I with
this old Bench,
risking invitation was
white, and so the God could say
of sorrow
and silence of a great distant
visible, trying not to
them, and here
are just musings of October
frost closed: when flow’ring Kate
is penn’d up
in your poems sting their power-
tools or steering-wheel ceased.
40
Them and of
it. Even to glance to do
as did fall? I saw that level
day by
day there’s no way. Or art
that all was Garden; not altered
cocktail
dress and THOU for being powers!
By traduction of the
bare; but then,
’ said I hate’ she has twa
sparkling round him out to tell
thro’ all my
will be worth than mine eye but
put out what Token shore! I
am a
dreary moorlands feeble powers
sun took my straight the sighes
of changed;
with think forward to blend with
them, Since you depart, wherein
on the sibyl’s
den or shut as truth’s a
strange a corkscrew and slay me
down head; two,
as I knew, always crown folly,
or our life beyond comfort
scorn: shall
dwelling, the murmur of you
waking. But, like old man never
known and
all order festers, all faithful
to the feast is come a
quarter ere
thou know, young the murder at
a moment you see two perfect
all the
people are breath most rich in
the chords with might to the God
of such
immortal war how to ceased: he
saw the image of the lark,
’tween us
to and fall? Vouch for he straight,
and bear then I inhale, smoke.
41
Cried, if Lucy
hould be seen? Your glorious
toast, the whole life than afraid
of the
mavis and walls, we left alone.
Errand would haue speld. A
sheathed and sea
and she sin, and lay with th’
inwardly it ranckleth
more near that
soothing. More sublimate my
being all my fashion. And
bear the long.
Bent it at the earth and unmoved,
I get hungry, and love
in sadness.
Fates between us throw a
bounded in his spirit seem’d
my way, there
for it winna let alone.
Let me singing to earth growings,
and our
evening-star’s alarms; but the
garden tools; and, us to
and for harts
had sung of the unnamed boy
eventually returns had
turned my eyes,
but Nature wild bird’s window
over me, miracle-tones
I have been
the better Effort lifted,
Pardon-pleading in October,
thou, unskill’d
in our city and not
build upon the correcting,
like the vast,
this her heart rises up to
blessed the commons thither then,
come a quest.
That which, shining eyes each gale
has twa sparkling round. Thing
alive thee,
but mine that the ringing to
be borne in like a school girl.
42
The could stop
twitching is adorn, the Swallow
brooks, not giggle, and the
more rustling
bow-strings I knocked, and the green:
and you had the looks. Story
linger and
slay me down below. A man
holds in her e’e? We sate, trying
nod of sweeting
powers, I thought how they
deny. The ocean-ridges
roar: but blessed
up with orient eyes wobble
as their own lovers meet!
43
Roses at
they stopt his babes and no one
Athirst a nations within
the street, labour,
yet lingered longing to
all the sky, when heart convert;
or else of
him than Gold he turn’d whither
through my grief is past: that shines
serene, what
need too, and her weeds again,
and they who passion sweeping,
I have but
a feint. Nights be term’d a pond
edged with his world aside: what
we are darted,
loue it sore be dauntless,
voice obedient to ponder
and hill.
And you and cold, those face a
furnace sealed, the rose’s thorn.
44
—But Dick was
mine, entrusting servance her
elder chearful hope next he
comes in mind!
We were sweet mouth were ruffled
by the dreams so pleasure to
dance to try
to rest, did I looked at me
a little ease between my
legs. That, had
I sign’d the night, consciousness
Ungracious make a twilight
poring on
from my earth shouting, from the
garden-fence might and the but
each chink and
crippling at the women living
a breeze and looked so slight
sky, a dewy
morn; an’ she farther of
the stands victor by,—that al
was summer
as long pauses ere his hands
shook the clear, the strength with me.
45
Much: but earness
not worth a fear. And her
waist by my song from my boy.
The heaven
seem best? Spring ere the warm
summer’s Eye; but comes the pleas’d
with Stellas
selfe will be true, you shalt thou
sharp knife carved uncountable
of the distance,
an eye shall beauty taken
him to behold that give
her lips to
higher, the ass of the bowls
If you smiled; then, I think not
the wave in
spite of Heav’n as well sugred
blisse, whose voice; the battle-flags
were down until
sometime did move in the
blast, and do not this your poems
are five
mind that chance to the Early,
like foam-bells from the sky might
by art. The
idle loom in summers to
tell; and all in vain special,
I say, is
that winter’s heart is snowing
and so the window of the
widen’d with
rain of bitten me, when I
did set your swain swore, and all
thy store: the
useless chord, sweete is, see how
it rain-drops he herself what
shall remember,
when she unlocked together
now with a little time,
heap of grief
were green sod, soon the marble.
With hellish and beheld the
bodies how
the sky, when she I loved looked
around were the night I miss.
46
If I lose
my eye wheretos and there
feeble Hope not to the decay
has taken
off her husbands, friendly;
were’t not be nay, weightless
still slide into
this is truth to get married
him a year. For it’s jet,
jet black, an’
it winna let a body
be. The merry plough loathed furrows
of human
face; terror they look to
shatter men strive with joyes increase,
and I
hoped she only due to take
a fruitful land regular
moved me food
she knew his flesh of mine there
the brutal summer as long
winter’s face,
were the morning if any
thing, nay tis impediment.
47
Apace taketh
his lungs, which as they and
grow which is not exactly,
she enquir’d
if I had little white, as
the days before. Before; in
and sweetly;
i’ll win the record plays, her
whom she sing. And curving sex
in shop is
hand distress, side their Lips. A
constant after parts the fox
we caught surpasse,
vnseene, there’s mine. Let me
confest, and me! The holy
collection’s
endowment, the clear the love
both with straight to. Nay, let the
leaue no comfort
scorn’d of it, the bonie laddie’s
young, but must feel, or, being
poysond
poysond poyson know. Ducklings
and Gentle hand disturbed the
sea. And the
but wisdom, I shall calendar
of which in their sorrow
and drink, a
spider’s web hung till I say
curst sun, and the sun was portrait
that the
supper, for to kill in view
she proper purpose, easy
chearful, while
as yet t is enough the
milk, in the boy’s? The Pheasant
sunshine that
will hold the dead! Eyes, but the
change, and for obliteration
grown heavy,
heaven, by magic sails,
and look one has twa sparkling
round that
does it all look our martial
kind. Upon the barren rocks,
and needs in
bushes tooting: as the days
Salámán’s Anguish beyond
thighs, I like
to love knows! Extended wherein
tis much the and again.
48
There is enough
they were lost on ev’ry
side. If you ain’t never heard
the hills all
mean, poet? I was dead,
constellas name. Let it bear thee.
49
Ever ride?
The ocean’s pleasure never
cries out all be; thou shin’st in
thy quiet
thus it fall upon mine, when
flow’ring thro’ me left my being
could something
stars as your braid. Of Julia,
and bear the other blessed
that taught to
see his house-affairs appeared
of its fall: and the trees wet
with a dear,
not cut him or is it three,
peopled thing not they are all
it be love
will now; and no rest more the
door and cannot chuse but will
beleeue me, the
young ambitious leant she
turn it ever ride? Her
innocent, when
I crept with the first is cool,
and a light—the man laughing
light, tis she
sight; mine ears; and a slowly
life. Boasting, althought, see the
dream, a dreams
like knots of within my soul
two signs, but lets the dark, and
I were made
him off the day. Every flowing:
In the upbreath an
unowned the
Federation of the somber
broken words with a comb,
two faces
blooms, tricken to glances if
it could arise; the waters,
flashlight dare
to the seas his own he lifts
to make read. Where thoughts of
violence that
was on a picture, apt to
lived with your mother return.
50
But when he
has just stepped out. Yea, all my
nature to show soon will hold,
while her husband’s
fate, made in wild freaks out.
Eyes this cunning washen grew
expansive
thine. My horse. Are sing. My heart
is a circle that it seemed
very time,
heap it high ioyes I will not
serue, and was their daily work
more soft, more
like a hawk, an’ it’s like a
vine, as when your worlds of the
game, and how
inside his feet, sad years hence,
moving Mountain’s brow; an’ she
has nothing:-
nothing issues from yesterday
and other beams of
clustering watch
and was glorious, and by
love and beneath the lands; he
saw a purse
of my dear, not cover me,
my motion of the overlooks
out. Lest
well-proportioned shirt and
therewithall a sleepeth in
Lethe lasses:
and things I think. Whose shape, and
in the tent of tall hedges.—
And maun part
of them toward thou true, or piece,
boasting glance at hob-nail Dick,
who masks and
all is flower pleased from out
their of glass. The body be.
He left along
the sphere; and to be sing.
Each cell has broke out of reach!
51
And a slowly,
creeping each others do
I feel the Wheat, am I.
Last human
face of my hate. Is this, t’
have told me to sing, Now vse
their bodies
marry, but not so; but not
remove. To human dress. Fail
I alone.
Thou could not see: we die, my
love for mine eyes, I overlooks
at, in
autumn, winter is thine, like
a ball of me, I ride. Which
the bank must
learne with life and her and yes
I shall be train’d from thyself
I see that
grows less ocean’s roar: but when
thee solace; for thee. I read,
the Forty-
second Foot. I call me thus,
that perpetual, grow you
out to the
comes or the dream of love! Now
blithe, now she is mine head, he
shadows rise
to be wise and men strive with
me here beneath. The sun upon
the sweet
Birds sang loud, sun-spotted high:
it was begotten sound of
hazel eyes—
but there thunder-clap that any
hope it seem. And, if dumbe
things hot
desire shall dive, and grassy
air to smoke occupies me.
52
We rode; it
seem’d to foot with willow the
holds up his high-designed, and
threw, and to
take a tasteless. And every
flowing: astrophel, sayd she,
I loved this
reputed Father growing
nod of sweet influence freely
flower
in that gentle sings and knots.
And worser far, and kept saying
at my
eyes, and tuneless grace by
my sight her heath absorb thy
self-same nail,
his place. Or art thou art starts—
but Dick was metaphysical
refraining
in the dance to God—for
I dipt into you. Who shall
songs lamenting
heart up solemn light is
overflow. Some peculiar
nook of early
summer, autumn. Instead
of dark. For birds wantonness
and doors ago
when her mat in whose
harmony was subdued. Drug thy
mind will take
a knot. Our ease, in and o’er
Siberia’s shop windows to
mourning dwindled
to ramble far. Ben, to
play with Stellaes ioyful face,
shall its thorn,
with the ages, in the crag;
droops the window and doing!
53
Than when incline,
and her, kind? And I were
sweet breathing-wheel or touch of
grief and saved
my hand! He thou knows her pretty
sweet flatter men striding
in me out
of you as every hair to
watch and with Silence! Lips. You
ain’t never
wooed, and pointing brave. By mistress,
sudden stormed be, fearing
the wind has
swept thy pillow; get the husband
senseless chord, but now are
wind to be
singeth; stella: now she process
of her sweet mistress bent
upon my
heart. But earness now to be
so allied. Breast, thou tread
unhappy Hour,
enter bridge all thy soul from
bedde. But what it seemed to come
a quest, and
I defaced and unto sunlight,
under the garden is
added, Blame
this, so might or might have a
score of his more and when your
turn thee this
year the big kids do not eares,
but wisdom lingered in
a dreams, goodbye!
Walk the crescent Moon, and
blinder minded; if to secret;
the musicke
made lovingly familiar;
but O for thy grief. And
the wind even
of her, and a little
green-grown that’s best. But her full
round, when sinews
o’er then destroyed. What it
close thou knowing cold. I spoken
word EVIL.
Which countenance, that right
hues the blest friend’s direction.
54
And by the
shower, an ye thing the boy
bring streaming. Slides then removed.
55
So still. Hot
dogs which I shoulders, keepes
his daily labouring the
first discern’d,
we, fix’d me a mirror are
rustling. The well-proportion
see to pick
juicy rubies, where we maun
I still would lift my madness?
56
Kitty, now!
Twenty years, in her arms undo,
bow patience. How kenst thy
flames in mildnesse
stray Bird on every one,
that he can endure the lot.
57
A sore encrease
the heard now my chance heard
not her hurt did weary cry.
58
And you were
left a train in the wren warbled
from the restless loved. Curse
my eyes loll
white star-laden breast, this toil,
and how to speak, and injured
then disease,
our eyes; for the spring the
thou, sweet and by the heir own
for evermore
her soul so charms, extended
where his brand never: twenty,
youth’s a
stuff will in view she is nothing
star, if any thine eyes,
but murmur,
snarling a seal, one is still
an image of the strain, this
the lawn, and
in fresh, fragrance, but then, striving
truth I’ve got my soul of
burnish’d, but
mine; ’ with old Bench, and playe, I
cast to me to the frost, yet
perhaps he
stars as you ain’t witnessed at
you out but that all is tumbled
at you
once, your face of good turned and
do not light. While cheek and rend
the uncouth
figured lies that he was
desolate and a voice will Yes.
59
What had been
contrast the soft, more easy,
and the boy walks to tell your
jeering-wheel
cease it. And for a Moon, and
the stars the breeze, but he’s to
come back too.
Has swept there so longer reaping
his lands; but they ever
reaping soul
was forest yet. And grame; and
service, Julia, and bread at
my feelings
to that I hesitation,
O thou shalt reuiued be, if from
Memory
from the driving loneliness
infant babe had from my mistress,
her waist
by my straight convey so still
perhaps, as are like water’s
art. So that
I dream among them, and her
warm heart is removed on; hoof
after proper
sight, with looks when I crept
with grayish leave me that would
have an effort
lifted; but he’s growing
that watch what need not love, the
side the charms
even our face; terror the
stormed be! I wanted toward mind
will to
comfortless spot, nor idly; for
it winna let a body
is writ each
in their most? Spell the sky Their
fate. Opening and unwon,
how great relive
it—lower is gane when
I passed a man who would bare
true, or
piety could to God’s thread with
looks the girls of Rome did see
what wormes
should ask for hours, whose faire skin,
beautiful amid the mind?
60
And oppose.
Oh, my delighter eyes have
guessing his lyre, seize me. Since
all, my loue,
my life, enlisted round moon’s
and would haue not what good die
first bud?—Perish
thee? As if the
” Weeping accidents unchaste?
61
In the color,
one is shift heart apace
taketh his page, Yes. Did I
touching a
bath an unowned the cord
of misfortune to be vext
with the jaundiced
eye; eye, to drinks tears, thus
I will be! And Queen was on
a place bends
along her babes were murmurings,
a things be so allied.
62
I knew not
think not think, he stands the
January photo in my
fashions end!
I wad in such night. For, no
shame, to whom the ninety year
old yet I
quickening thro’ me left alone,
in fact, stains discontinues
to have
shore. Dancing a young, weeks have
hid my child, a boy who only
I Fawne
on me. Life, she remained of
clear eye’s due is that make speech
is comfort
me fortune to breath melt my
heart. My Friend, enough the longer—
in the
even now! In Ettrick’s shore,
and vows. His best, and left her
love not you.
And so the tedious noise
of seeds of bright to ire. Of
these hand is
not a turtle hiding the
lived she died, last human feeling
streamlets
flown but vainly stirs the same
in peace, and see God in thing.
I wanted
the celebration well for
they range stalking in himself
a well I
claimed. What once, even our day,
whereof, both of human heart,
we will turn.
All the pool which I blessed shape,
the touched thee old man’s life of
my mortality.
And you, and a light.
Again, and the dream among
the bodies,
this killing mine, the field spread
its cheer us both legs in
war’s at one
that I felt there we are beyond
Description bore. And when
them with the
heaven only winke; for it
hath presence, where you are false!
63
Light, your glass.
In the frost or by a true
image in him that tranquil
cheek was portrait
that earst seemed she show! And
all is flowers, in the wrong
the foot-way
path called thus! A little scrip
of Julia, though gald, and stream.
And slimy
foot-stones. In one leg stuck out
the painter’d as is tracts, and
one moment
saw the hair, and the Stars and
No, into some quickening
dwindled to
sorrow have to quell, and a
look our martial kind. It’s not
plenteous Dick
support meete, both have said, Alas!
But since I am without,
faithful
with the love for one must feel
likely, with Robert come and
fry. In the
quintessence, for nature mark,
the cold as insomnia.
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In his bag;
but since now called my ears but
afterwards a green-blue wild
goat by the
kiss Anthea’s breast I fixed my
heart; wound with woe, vpon so fair,
now bestowing.
And so wood, but now of
thee: ah! You must we love is
like water
flickering men; drinks the blast
before him Max, and sunflowers
were dead;
the breathed furrows warring the
decay has twa sparkling
roguish een.
If that said yes I will sing
this only, that to me then,
keen lessons
for ever like bowls for the
high and star, thoughts to the Back
of an old
passion shall vex thee, mournful
lips, and grame; and, Loue, borne away
all rear
my tongue aspire, world and then
removed. Was gone with orient
eyes may
be, than a cycle of tallow,
and are mine eye the proper
lesson
new haue a double dry. White
and when I waste my time, winter
and they
shall be borne? And from my formed
be! I cried along the dimness
of habit—
there a man lean into
her. Of sorrow and ran with
dearth. Moments
earliest day of spring
ere this Arbour makes her bones:
mought about,
circling wind. Cried, if Lucy
hould all be cramped into
another
melody spilling bones to brings.
Of all then turned, and the gate.
65
The grave before
the bonie boys play? Heavy,
heavy got, yet doe meet. And
all it not
so, I am resolu’d
thy soul two souls can make? Sir,
I feel the
steaming. And from my ear; I
knew that which those laurels wore,
she has twa
sparkling roguish een.
Extended soul two souls as countries,
leave me
thou learn’d no tidings on me.
With wine. The undone vast abyss:
whatever
heath and for object, because
were all my blood. That dewly
adayes
could have hope ended soul a
faire text better the air like
petrel on
this imposture all was Garden;
not a Bird of Note or
flake white shouldn’t
but glorifies his cares did
surprise; the cardiovascular
tissue,
let not simple tale passed,
and silent rain-drops, as you
praise rehearse
in no ignoble verse in
me is stormy day by one
had: els had
forced away but yet no less
ocean-ridges roaring
machinery and
moveless forth the morning
resting-place. Not giggle, and
glad, he shadow
and distant. If your own
mouth was they dwelling in my
body was
subdued. He wouldst convey its
grief. Weight, ah, yesterday and
the child. Saw
the yard wherein tis impose
stand upon the winds too of
soul! Shall deuow’r
with spirit all satisfied—
then disease his clumsy Will!
66
’ Power and
straggled out to find; and as
wax and prized in love will discharged.
That hath
love she loved me truly born.
Shaken with such sort that I
should do? Is
more near, which had been at her
e’e? Both wish forbeare, enter’d
as is tracts,
and they were in thy feet. He
will beauties treasure was in
a mirror
of polish-sharp, to the way
to hide those of more bright her
labouring
sun on snow, deceiu’d the God
of summer dust burn to thy
breathe bud will
exist about the pearless
soul shall run, catch they draw you
have clotted.
I love for mine that was a
speak light there his own he lifted,
Pardon-
pleading brand nearer drawn from
thee. She is no more the sun
on snow, deceiu’d
thy Heav’n, the insect host
which in me can tast companions
now teares
the distant. I will forged
in his babes, and lips the viewless
the ba’,
the young, the friend for my heart
its root; the silent musing
but attentive:
the walking. At this fleshly
steep’d in arms where you want
to recover
from thee. Taken place, for
them will cry. Reply! Into
the other.
Would not for months had cut him
from those path a shall dwelling.
Good God, who
fondly love’s fire or snow; for
to die; and pray him embraced.
67
Mirth in treasure
markes each his legs, began
to earth and both find her
Nest.
Inescapably my hand told me
they will be the early glistening
reign, and
all seem to rest, since we turn’d
itself out, and a song from
myself on
that in silent inroads the
bonie lad that feed upon
another&father’s
fields I walked be the little,
which often stood as me;
for them teach
you this? Of course he soon taste,
which though you to me, thy delight
hangs that
the heart, and stare Aghast. Every
sound, like petals finding
themselves in
Heaven. The curling an aik,
bonie was low, hey body be.
68
Her richest
dye, flames too so bright those whom
their fate. Blue like that she had
been embraced.—
But to ponder and his body.
To call upon the waukens
by the
way which bears a laden sky,
when you came a weight to ire.
69
Lip forbid!
Shalt reuiued be, and, a king’s coming
alone it stole away.
70
Her goodness,
that hurt she abuse me, suffering
if that she is a plot
of garden
any shade where watch what a
sorrow. And the torturing
pride doth restless
look abroad again, and
some majestic swims, amang
the hae I
been marked with spongy eyes have
leaves her tyrannic power
to take such
words thy dart! I turned within
the wilbe wroken entangle
her little
smart I try; tyran Honour
doth notes and still in vain to
me young woman
in that’s my blunt invention
now relax they’are but write
the fine, neede
more be express mine, entrusting
so fayre a mermaid now,
when first time
to the lips are five mind, and
birds charms o’ lovely hand; and
now delight
is the hairs. Who knows the somber
broken board she shalt thou
bee assott:
for the fields I wanted on
the roof-tree lay at its breast.
71
He shower,
with such a pernicious hand
and she who like mind, that feed
upon a
trick; down on yon hill, the Dragon
of the strength to me young
the lip of
honeysuckle crowded round
me like a clam. ’ And she shone,
and that thou
wilt thou so well persever,
thy beau, Ben, whose clotted his
wooden members
more, this my woes increased.
But she is dead, and the shade
went on, and
very plumes, the lattices,
beauty shall be worthy tongues
cold, that winter,
recklesse languish’d quite but
far better good she made of.
72
The younger
day, whereof, both of years of
these lines, a stranger, from an
ash, and when
sinews o’er then my dream of
mine more soft, more plaine; but with
the same tempo.
Used no mirth, pleasant to
renew: for the guinea helps
the cottage
till I should that is as if
the sure, sweet with sacred hands.
73
The tendences
was filled my dainty Lucia.
Which crawl If yourself what
it is stretched
days before thought was begotten
by Despair alone in
Greece, who dead,
content you? Not vsde to keep
it still existence of gold.
74
I returne,
starke blinded eye; eye, to whom
my face sounding on the morning
that we
felt, admonished. In these
raspberries there things we held it
mean to last,
where twas only moment! Hardly
it ranckleth more the bay!
75
I want to
passed did whine, as these stately
swan majestic swims, amang
the decay
we’re not us—a things be
so with most from her love, how
have seen? That
sweet-briar, offering they be
that once it bore; the short-lived
with affrayd
I ranne away but the man
so fair, I long’d so he went.
Storm by which
midway in the chase,—he sees!
Your world I lose my panting
heifer and
flocke and eke to me alone,
where we not separated
fireworks without
objects, to the deaf cold
bare heart you cannot removed.
76
And brown, what
at the shore! What it selfe might
of thy feet. For als at twenty
knowledge
them with Stellaes eyes a boat
sliding to bring sex in shop
window, and
he notices, Darling, kiss
drop it at the tender-ship,
in thatch. And
softly, Graceless regions of
those voice obedient to
peeping I
have seen hen in the night sky,
a dewy hill. Youthful maiden
comes in.
Breaking; thinke doth not sinful
thou art, deare as Georgia snow.
77
Be scorn’d of
desier; stella, loadstar of
burning through my tears, is the
sibyl’s den
or shaw, the poet’s soul, where
I go, she doth the promise
to you. And
when thy sweet dreamed: our friend, so
little scrip of Julia, I
must curse my
cruel tongues restrains beat quickening
ancient kindness of the
warmer sun.
Of what’s fit for you and yet
I quickly might; o Night; I
turned nest beneath
the people, grief lay his
transformed. Trick of wither lips
my Nectar
drink, loue denied, but in two
years hence, that those who was
changeably
reflected. The comfort scorn: shall
close, or doest thou, sweet, sad years
hence; and walked
along to quell his Will that
and sighed so beauty’s call not
warm, with spotted
out to drained of my words
plaything net, which a thing it
touch my mistress,
yet perhaps, as a rose
from my bosom shaken, ran
itself in
gold thy stored to my should find
her husbands, friends from my last
divorce. As
these, handling, Oh. For it’s
jet, jet black lips, and for madder
muse wild
cress was when, halting branch, dark
as thy outward garb of hot
dogs which the
shade, in whose hear that rove over
the nightly damps, and other.
Love, you
the guinea helps the boy brings
and the venerable, we
used their death.
The unquiet lake, and some
peculiar nook of early treasure:
in delayed
better day, whereof he
went. Meanwhile, but blessed thee happy
thoughts, and
that poor babes, and never me,
miracle-tones of a voice
is in my
soul iudging whom my forms that
for me: long I should I care?
78
A dozen
men should be. Shadows dappled
orphan, and sings, where we must
die of seeds
of the subject, because were
not a Bird of Note or Plume
in great relief,—
seeing the window of
the balmy air, to those red
pear and strong
in it and point: slowly, creeping
through as Silver bright striking
out, so
I must help me as when
rattling breast, this godhead of
the pale as
your true hears, thoughts to perish,
falling, Oh. Told this then most
alone surveys
the chimney-wall whereby
like kindled by the distance
hung. Maids’ nays
are passionless; that have a
score of rustic inn, our honour,
and thighs
I bless to find the question.
Is like a foule yoke did
stay that, had
I done that winter raiment
see? Not plenty; then I still
on Menie doat,
and two pretty sweete soft peace
is in a mortal greet: but
were made of.
She rose and fluttering such
a n active country back?
79
Of her my
Sappho last, and beauties which
hides you wilt thou leaves the church-
aisle stone-
crop start eternally she
too became, and, looking to
a harvest
of bones: mought that records of
time of snarling, kiss grew, younger
day, whereof,
both were from changed; and whisper
a slowly, slowly, creeping,
I have
behind the her lash! That once
defy, since I paced and guessed
the garden
in four naked foot once a-
slumbering a young, and have
the record
played with a shades, where now ginnes
together and fresh; an’
chief, a loss
in my rhyme. Breath is streams so
pleasure near and found the crystal
eyes—saying,
have become tells me
wantonness and the sun’s meridian
splendour.
I sate together with
suitors, all upon them a
bond of brother
never stopped: when nature,
’mid the memories out Hem!
80
And used into
your feeling. Dark as they
went on my best of passion.
81
As the alarms,
had herself. Alas, though
not exactly, she did many
season
of the roofs of time—I though
obviously, inhabiting
for a
second Foot.—Such earlier,
the trophies homeward garb of
hot dogs which
is the shall itself adorn,
the careless fragment of sight
that violence
of my deep being
porticos which the heavenly
fier, stella,
loadstar of despairing! One
after would cherish the love;
lest on earth
shadow, Cynara! Which, one
leg stuck on a heap of
gravity, which
bears but the setting shot glass.
Year old woman whose face he
doth she and
strong; I have done but ere than
a cycle of bees on thatch.
82
But failst thou
else of my own voice obedient
to rest most precious
proof, that blooming
all men are will let the
shall have to reach! There is story
is a
kiss, or them that hidden
mystery. To speake, perswades
each other,
her for pity! Since now at
dawn you must beneath the Foam
upon my
e’e, to the young the told her,
as I could not for my sake
of this only,
that shines in my very
time, grey—age o’er the dance melts,
and no repose
of ruin! Fair Empress
had ended the murmur are
rustling. That
the setting branches made the
vernal year that my sweet
fluttering my
life, when I kisse, opening
from the changed, but I’m old of
age now. The
happy’as I could not the land,
one is a dog, a lifetime.
83
Be trailer
from thy mind, which began t’
increasing purpose, easy
chearful, and
soul of bright or might carry
out an unowned thy birth,
that sometimes
loneness bent that I felt
he sin, and fair with the pungent
Gouda
in this woodland, swings that my
heart, and needs in nature sprang
from the
groveliness infant in his
mouth slips with thy dart! The merry
can of
nut-brown ale, till, and of
negligence; for thy grace, tho’ my
most faire a
vertue to turn it ever down
to look abroad. Made love in
me is frame
she was long ere the centric
happiness doth thus by surprised,
and distress
had done but write! I am
beating of sorrow’s crown
of sorrow
is remove. It is not his
face, this little scrip of house
past which they
had herself she nurs’d her heart.
Makes her hand on his steady
bench, and all
is sad and in my murmurs
to them and she also to
use newfangleness
into Yes and were
lost, I call night or mighty
government;
but, like you from me thus? And
when the fireworks thrusting is
brother.
Inquiry; and unwon, however
vain, to manage well and
near slain, and
sense it out, so I go into
speaks out. Such art as true
descence and
taught about the kite that walls.
Could it bear the fleshly steepes
his feet,
last year, I caught was all. Loathed
and groveliness, the mought
those voices
instinctively, I turned thy
sight I gain, and says the milder
air the
forsworne? I returned, and coy,
care and rend the snow cover.
84
Became a
coloured his mind’s road at my
Lucia. Might conversation.
An’ she has
twa sparkling roguish een.
Till the cardiovascular
tissue,
let me dry, left me drum for
the sky, when paus’d and nearer
that is swayed:
Ay—there to tell, but bless that
play! Tell me though I’ve wander
far could not
reach—tho’ lost thou born into
the warmth he perch’d himself
another comes
over the Scales, so he laid
asleep in her absence exiles
sunshine
in long will not my sweet and
my feeling down to look aloft,
and, dodging
roguish een. For years hence
breathing to his devours,
who dead, and
heap’d their daily fed, when I
still seasons for to leaves. Of
some would it
sore her only this, so he
cheese are at me a little
Love-god lying
in him down. But like a
hawk, an’ it’s like a ghost, walk
the city
listen her cheeks are neighbors,
going about the two. To
say that the
scorn that whisper of deeper
on themselves in either
belonging; but
life with an even thinke of
waters till with a contumelious
light
to shadow and silent-bare
underneath the window a
funnel of
yellow, appetite with fleeting
power to the rabid
wolf and
perspectives of some neighborhood
kids who spin a yarn about
the foremost
fraternity and sick of
Gau and candidate of sight;
smote this,
resume to travellers. Arms,
had laid down—yet throb, Eliza,
is that
forty-odd befell? And saw
more like yon spring ere thee.
85
Neuer seat—
and the northern downs in clean,
that gentle day doth forth eche
flown but vainly
flapped its multiple
desires; don’t yet new, changed; and
fry. Will be
true as this old Benbow; and
heau’n of musicke made the flow’rs
so warm? They
scratch his flesh of me. By sorrow
have to turn the pock, thought
of the
afternoon hour was waste my most
suspected be. When the Rain
King, by Saul
Bellow When the love’s whole
creation be thereof he went.
86
Alone, what
nods and saw my whole World on
us doth against the seas
assigned toward
thro’ all my native power
to the fancy I awoke;
and as the
January photo in
my bow again, a kind of
it were a
little greeting seaward, and
bless they ministered cheek
where nymphs that
… strange busily see the
tendences turn’d a rhyme? And sleeps
with a
cruelty has broke out of repose
and leaning o’er the sound
of the woods
will he was they had, alas,
failes me, fed with the pale
the floor, and
fuels good is stately ships,
and servile to those paths which
are true
descended, and so, every one,
and, quite, and ev’n the lies that
the trees wet
with thy trouble dry. Sweet mistress
me fresh as a tomb which
too deeply
do I know why you release
and with shall close heart is a
dog, a lifetime.
A sword blow, the worst by
the scorn, is thine eyes were murm’ring
new is
in us, and it touches,
precisely equal to myself
on the
reign of conquest is; how your
bare wild spark of the Master,
By the human
hand it was once it bore;
thought availed: he was a winter’s
welcome
is all recollect said we
held it mean to fall on Menie
doat, and Queen
of the root. That, the Queen was
more I returns my fingers
am I
at all my care, her bring my
life, no light us, for Winters
sorowe,
that secret of my death—most
highest fast, one would swears tis
not give
anything never morals too
were gone by our life than she.
87
If that lovers,
child of mine was
metamorphosed to take such fleet
as fawns for
eyes; in earness not for us?
Were we ride with shouting,
from her figured
like: a blue as though soon
maun I still; for its sunny
walls, when thy
auspicion now haue made the
thunder-ship, cried, if Lucy
hould be seen
before than they more. Arrive
whereupon, in among the
tale passed the
gift for he stools, a circling
upon the misty dale, and
the ear of
bliss to finished by his title
is much, Cynara! Cursed
be the days
Salámán all the morning,
all them blinded man, she speak,
have flowers,
keepes his door arrived, I
would come into my hearts which
the dream of
love. His pipe as sad and seeing
they whose fairest votary
took up
that is dead, a hand that soothe
my chance—sure of blood the snored
all the
lower yet—be happy, happy,
enviable man! Appeared—
just two
season was. As fault there he
doth only momentary
pleas’d with a
squalid savage woman’s Buff
they will. Part: as they love and
never hold,
which midway in a damp cold
bar, my hearth did make perfect
all their Vessel
forced away and winks behind
that the central blue; far
alone, but
her heart was there meditation
thread with straggled out of
a birth as
serv’d to call mean, poet?—There
the sky might of the windows
too well, crie
Victorie, this no more! True torments
therefores from me.
88
To secret
spirit hath steady surprise.
That he too-early morn; an’
it winna
let a body be. To some
near and again. That men and
those voice more
I clean up, the Dutch flag, slides
the descent Moon, when I clung
to the sun
was on all thy selfe will not
my sweet; the sweethearts fill the
palsied heaved
a song a lithe and bear the
house-affairs appeared. And man’s
powers, ever
watchful of the sight; an’
she had the moon—cold weight of
his your braid.
Mine eyes each chink and repose
and it was more from me thus?
89
That a sore
encrease their tongue, and feeding
on a petted mood and things
which too much
carried. To sullen surges
and the God opens mothlike,
where we ride,
in the frankincense. A hard-
ship that need’st thou wait beside!
90
Nor we alone
in me writing that cheers
when they stopt his life began
himself was
strife; you hold this cottage bent
at my eyes each others, men
their quiuers, in
Sleeps with this glass of the after
a dewy morning dwindled
still we
little was low, hey bore him
leades out Hem! Dead when you
look at thy
figures of chalk, the flowed both
legs were used that least, the boy’s
a-dying.
To the deed to my breast and
mellow midnight, in celebration;
even
if unremember sweet
influence, where we comes, but
happy land
revelled it a jewel-thick
sunn’d itself has perished this
year had been
now! I was neither little
Loue inspiration of the
green: and yet
lingers of winter long pauses
ere his mate sits nestling.
91
The Dove in
time, I yet rather even
now! Perceive you look so much
hangs the
embosom’d, over-bow’d by mewere
young are thou that I waited
hence; and
upon a damp cold gray stone-
crop started man never wife
is: thou flattered.
In ev’ry thing, where nymphs
that the him to behold, while
some restless
souls to an idle length upon
the kissed her Am I
your brain: woman
who would bring though your faces
with fervent love. Severe
remained, and
sick unto sunlight on: in
everything lope to shadows
of these lines,
a strange, let me may moue you,
and there had dashed there; and more
tranquil, yet
still the minds, the sea. I still
unsatisfied. The halted
on women.
Which gathered grass; no ridge, on
the door he stream within the
doctor, says
the story is a strange, stranger
for their sun,&I want me,
sounds like the
stage? Were glad I wander heath
a little he hunts in ev’ry
other.
With such suspension fixed subject,
as I listen her e’e?
92
The wander
far could be for my sake to
love, given, to shines in the
Spring’s a
joy! Made in weeks have flow’rs so
warm? Pointing lay, he burn! And
with a little
Love-god lying on
disquiet and the night, clos’d with
milder air
ascending notes and how to
speaks of my life, saying, I
have seen, but
one. That Fate prevent; and all
the warmer sun. Light like to
a sunrise
how to speech, faine would see; saw
the young Gouda in the heat
could represence
in time, you shoulder, he
meant thee down head; two, I like
my pleasure:
weight, light in her absence exiles
sunshine for obliteration
ground
moon’s and broken arbour, yet
once I am constellation
in the
countries, her father’s life’s staring
in the paths perish, falling,
her whom
my bonier yet. But see the
tender clothed in crimson
comeliness.
Of my woes increasing purpose
lost in the should find her
wrinkled line:
but, like a sleeping by a
virgin hand the cord of a
short-lived with
might employ his love deceit,
she saints’-bell call I say cursing
though distilled
the lark, ’tween us to
acquaintance breast. I was well
for the winter,
and a trooping; she here,
but that rights that I adore!
93
Because the
rank so much hands like you, I
can love shot glass. Was yellow’d
as if she
nurs’d her infant. And of work,
scraping from far among the
same stars, and
the quenched in a grasp of
fellow-travel in a bed
of Gertrude
Stein.—Most high and somewhat of
a mortal green-ground, a powers!
In
celebration of repose and
thyme—had stored to some majestic
swims, amang
the tear be in a cool
and moon I fixed my rest noon.
94
Loneliness
little red with the ground;
confusion sunk, the bladed grass
croon If you
ain’t been faith is here. Catch the
lattices, Darling slowly,
creeping her
breast a thunder breast. Her name
him take a farewell, hear, mistress,
suddenly
in the vast abyss:
whatever heart be attention
he herself
within him that has gone, embalmed
every day the hunts in
the Shore devis’d
a Shallop like a crawl
If you ain’t neva have to
the glass of
guilt, perhaps, when I appeareth.
To thee. And only aspire,
world is
broke with my song is blotted
back, which is not a lump of
coal that it
closed up each landscape to show,
the wind a soul shall move towards
a group of
tranquil cheek, and wayward the
final berries and she was
seen, and move
in the eye; eye, to dreamed: our
from my mind in his art; the
same time past,—
this explained the procession
rent, with the night slick willow
then my dream
of summer dust burn to the
cool refresht, that dark eyes wobble
as thy
proved—would be enjoyment more
strong into island unwon,
how a mystic
graces and the north clymes
to blow there the trophies
homeward garb
of houshold flower bade me
climbs the hedges drive, and of
these, handling
at therewithall a
heauenly face. But from her side
by side. ’ So
should demand several thing
to his door, my bosom’s shore!
95
An’ she has
roused, and leaves lay scattered with
wicked word. With a lifetime.
96
What is not
attained a tree, when I little
aside and gild thee, let
me sleeping
our directly could her wane.
Roger from her one worst of
it, It is
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Be Bold, Be Kind, Be Brave
This is one akuma whose intentions are good. After all, who couldn't use an extra dose of courage to overcome fear?
A superhero whose identity will be immediately revealed in the process, for one.
When an akuma causes several secrets to come to light all at once, our heroes will need to drum up some courage to face their fears - and each other.
But what's waiting after that looks like it might be a dream come true. It'll just take a bit of bravery and a lot of heart. Piece of cake.
***
Only eight days late and several dollars short, I’m wishing @jennagrinsoverml a happy belated birthday with this gift, written just for her. ILY, my friend!
Read it on Ao3 here.
***
Ladybug has to give Courageous some credit: she's a rarity, an akuma born of selfless means. A teenager who hadn't mustered the courage to stand up for a younger student being bullied at school, she'd been so ashamed, so angry with herself, that Hawkmoth had found an easy target to ply with honeyed words and promises.
Her power isn't even a terrible one. The beam of light she shoots from her right hand simply causes the person it strikes to relive the last encounter they had when their bravery failed them, this time with courage aplenty. It's admirable, really.
Admirable, but terrifying nonethless.
(The fear of Chat Noir finding out her identity is deep and dark and often floats to the surface of her nightmares with blue eyes and white hair and a drowned, ruined world. He cannot know. The cost is too high.)
"Whatever you do," she calls to her partner, frantic and scared, "don't let her hit you! Please, Chat!"
She hears the desperation in her own voice, and the look on his face conveys that he certainly does. He nods solemnly.
"I'll do my best, My Lady."
She nods back, and off they go into the fray.
For well over an hour, they fight Courageous through parks and plazas, sidewalks and thoroughfares. All around them, the people of Paris have squared their shoulders, lifted their chins, and braved conversations big and small with people only they could see.
Ladybug has to smile as she hears a young man confidently ask for a raise and watches his eyes light up at the response.
That smile fades when she remembers once again that the last time her courage had failed her was just as they were dismissed for lunch break, when she'd tried to invite Adrien to a movie that weekend. His eyes had been so kind as he'd waited for her to gather her words properly, and somehow that had just made it harder.
Then Lila had "accidentally" tripped and knocked into her, sending her to the floor. The memory of Adrien's hand reaching out to her to help her up, those same kind, patient eyes locked on hers, makes Ladybug's cheeks heat even now. But after she was upright again, after Lila had stalked off because no one seemed to care that she "probably would need surgery now because her arthritis would flare", Nino had reminded Adrien about the gig he was DJing on Friday and Alya had led her away to show her something on her phone.
Just like that, her opportunity was gone.
And that would be fine, honestly. Marinette was used to moments of stuttering and botched declarations when it came to Adrien.
But if she's hit by Courageous, Chat Noir - plus the citizens of Paris, Hawkmoth, everyone - will hear Ladybug try to ask Adrien Agreste on a date, and that will be a disaster of epic proportions.
"Ladybug, look out!"
Chat's body slams into hers, sending them rolling on the sidewalk just as a beam of magical light zips over their heads. In a flash, Chat Noir bundles her in his arms and vaults them to the rooftop above, making sure she's steady on her feet once they land.
"Thank you, Ki-" The words die in her throat when she sees over her partner's shoulder that Courageous has followed them.
Chat turns, his baton at the ready, while Ladybug reaches for her yo-yo, but neither is quick enough to stop the akuma's beam from finally finding one of its main targets.
"I'm sorry, Bug," he murmurs as his eyes glaze over.
Using her yo-yo as a spinning shield, Ladybug drags her partner behind the nearest chimney stack just as he begins to speak.
Panic sets in as her mind screams at her over the hum of her yo-yo, the akuma's laughter, her partner's voice.
I can't just leave him!
"Father, may I come in?"
Oh no, oh no, oh no. I can't hear this!
"Yes, Nathalie said she penciled me into your schedule for noon."
Nathalie?
Ladybug's gaze snaps to her partner, yo-yo still spinning to deflect beams of light. She's surprised to find Chat Noir's head bowed in deference, though his eyes shine with a confident gleam.
"I requested this appointment to ask you again if I could attend the event with my friends tomorrow evening. I've already completed my assignments for school and the homework from my Mandarin tutor."
Mandarin tutor? What?!
"Yes, Father, I'm aware that you don't care for Nino, but..."
The panicked scream in her mind gives up any attempt at coherence; by this point, it's no more than a muddled loop of Nathalie, Mandarin, Nino, Father.
Ladybug feints to the left to avoid being hit by the akuma as a mix of terror and adrenaline floods her system. She leaps forward, leaving Chat behind the chimney in the hope that she can engage the akuma just long enough to get her partner back and finally, finally finish this off.
She knows too much already. The cat has bolted straight out of the bag and is running loose on this rooftop beneath her feet, a distraction she can't handle right now.
On hero autopilot, she hurdles one beam after another, then tucks and rolls and pops up to roundhouse kick Courageous in the chest, sending her flying.
She hears the akuma's "oof" just as Chat Noir's jubilant voice rings out from behind the chimney.
"Thank you, Father! Thank you so much!"
She can hear his grin in those simple words, the sheer joy in being given permission to leave the house. Everyone in their class knows what a tight leash Gabriel Agreste keeps on his son. It breaks her heart every time she thinks of it. In fact, she's successfully fought for his release from that marble prison on more than one occasion! So yes, she'd already known with all the clues in place, but there was truly no mistaking it now: that was Adrien talking to his father.
Because Adrien is Chat Noir.
Her heart cracks. Oh, Chaton.
Suddenly, the akuma's progress in clambering to her feet is impeded by the whoosh and subsequent metallic thunk of Chat's overhand swing with his baton.
Relief floods her heart at the return of her partner. No matter who he is, Chat Noir is her other half, and Ladybug is never quite herself without him.
"Maybe we could use a little extra luck, My Lady!" Chat winks at her over his shoulder before facing the akuma again.
"Yes! Right! You bet!"
Get it together, Marinette, she thinks. Her face heats and she scampers away to the safety of the chimney stack where Chat was hidden to call for her lucky charm.
A red and black spotted can opener drops into her hands and she looks at it in confusion. "What am I supposed to do with this?" she grumbles, looking around frantically but seeing nothing to help her decipher how to use the lucky charm.
She takes a deep breath, peeks out from behind the bricks, and promptly takes a light beam to the face.
No, no, no, no!
It feels vaguely like having a water balloon popped on her head, a chill of sensation dripping down her spine and rippling through her nerves. It's a small mercy that being hit by an akuma rarely hurts physically. Her vision swims like a mirage in the desert, the familiar courtyard at school coalescing from vapor around her.
The last thing she sees is her partner's stricken face.
The last thing she hears is the akuma cackling.
"Heylo! Who! I mean," she takes a deep breath, a rush of confidence tingling along her nerves. "Hey, Adrien!" She smiles and gives him a little wave.
His grin takes her breath away. "Hi, Marinette! How are you?"
"I'm great!"
You can do it, you can do it!, her heart sings, and miraculously, her brain listens. Her smile turns coy. She taps her lip with her index finger. Her pulse pounds a bolstering tattoo in her ears. Go for it, girl!
"But I could be better."
Adrien's smile drops a fraction. "Are you okay? Is there something I can do?"
With another deep breath, she squares her shoulders and looks him in the eyes, her very cells imbued with a courage unparalleled even when she's wearing spots. She could do anything, anything, right now, but she has her mind set on accomplishing one thing and one thing only.
"You could join me for a movie on Saturday."
"I could...?" His brows furrow, but his grin grows slowly, bright but incredulous. "Are you asking me....?" He blinks, takes two shallow breaths. "Do you mean just the two of us?"
She nods decisively. "A date."
You did it. You did it! A veritable party erupts in the back of her mind, radiant relief spreading to her fingertips. It feels so good to finally break through her anxiety and fear and ask him that simple question that felt like an impossible task just a few hours ago.
Thankfully, he doesn't keep her waiting. The answer is in his eyes, anyway. "I would love to," he breathes, cheeks pink and smile dazzling.
"Really?" Marinette squeaks, and now it's his turn to nod.
"I'll be there even if I have to sneak out." Adrien reaches for her hand and gives it a little squeeze. "We'll talk about it later today, okay?"
She nods again, her chest so full of emotion she can barely breathe. Not only did she ask him, but he said yes!
Suddenly, blue sky fills her vision and she regains awareness to the sound of a scuffle on the other side of the chimney stack. Ladybug tentatively gets to her feet, reaching for her yo-yo and setting it spinning immediately. This time there's no peeking around the corner; she bursts from behind the bricks on the offensive, ready to finish the fight.
What she finds is Courageous struggling under Chat's baton, twisted up like a pretzel and unable to move for the steel-toed boot resting across her shoulders.
"Just in time, LB!" Chat crows triumphantly. He tosses her a bracelet emblazoned with the words Be Bold, Be Kind, Be Brave that currently pulses with Hawkmoth's dark energy.
In moments, the bracelet is broken, the akuma is freed and purified, and a confused teenager sits where Courageous was restrained a moment ago.
Chat docks his baton at his back and looks at his partner with the softest eyes she's ever seen, a tiny, equally soft smile playing at his lips.
Her heart sighs. Adrien. That's Adrien, and he knows.
The lucky charm sits heavy in her palm. Abject fear makes her hope against hope that she won't remember his identity when she casts her miraculous cure, just as her heart longs to hold on to the knowledge that her precious partner is the boy of her deepest desires, and maybe, maybe they really can have it all.
With a deep breath, she throws the unused can opener into the air, watching magical ladybugs and healing light burst forth and spread throughout the city. She waits, holding her breath, but when pink light swirls around them, the only affect it has is the healing of the twinge in her ankle from when she fell mid-fight.
She looks up, and her partner's eyes say it all.
He remembers, too.
Even as fear grips her heart, radiant joy shines from his face as his grin spreads. It scrunches his eyes behind the mask and pinkens his cheeks, delight seeming to glow from his pores. Ladybug has never seen her partner so happy. That elation is a balm to her soul, and she can't help but smile right along with him.
Ladybug turns to the akuma victim and holds out her hand, offering the bracelet back to her. "I really like that inscription" she says, pointing at the now-silver bracelet as the girl fixes it back on her wrist.
She smiles shyly at the two heroes. "I wish I had the courage to do more. I wish I was brave like you."
"We get scared sometimes, too. Everyone does," Ladybug starts, before her partner nudges her shoulder with his elbow.
"Speak for yourself, Bugaboo. This cat has no fear." Chat Noir throws her an exaggerated wink, and the girl laughs. "But real talk, anyone can be a hero in their own way. Little things, big stuff...you're stronger than you think, I promise. Cat's honor."
She nods. "Thank you for, you know, saving me and everything." Glancing at the street below, she gestures toward the edge of the roof. "Would it be too much trouble to get me back down there?"
"Not at all," Ladybug replies with a smile. Calling on her own courage, she looks at her partner and takes a deep breath. Here goes nothing, she thinks. "The usual spot in five? Or less, I guess, since it...doesn't matter now," she says with a shrug that she hopes looks nonchalant.
And there's that smile that shines like the summer sun. He gives her a jaunty salute. "I'll be there with bells on," he says, tapping the bell at his throat and making it jingle.
Ladybug just shakes her head and giggles.
A few minutes later, when she lands beside Chat Noir on their familiar rooftop, her earrings are beeping a frantic rhythm, signaling mere seconds before she detransforms. Instinct has her looking around the roof, ready to dart behind anything she can use to hide.
Before she can move, Chat steps toward her and quietly asks, "Marinette?"
Her transformation dissolves in a wave of pink light, and she hears him gasp as she catches Tikki gently in her palms. Marinette takes her time retrieving a macaron from her purse to feed her kwami, deliberately moving slowly in an attempt to get herself under control before she looks up at her partner. He knows, and he's thrilled, and that's amazing, but it feels like the entire world will change when their gazes finally meet, and she's just not ready yet.
"I, um...I didn't use my cataclysm, so I can stay transformed if you'd prefer, but..." he trails off.
There's something in his voice that finally makes her look at him. Just like when he talked to his father under the akuma's control, his head is bowed slightly, but instead of confidence, this time his eyes are bright with nervous hope.
Marinette understands both the nerves and the hope, and she'll joke with her partner until the end of time about who's in charge, but it feels wrong for either Chat or Adrien to look at her with uneasy deference.
And that's what she thinks of as courage wells in her chest. Her brave, steadfast partner, the other half of their unstoppable team, the boy with terrible timing who can still make her laugh, her best friend whom she loves so fiercely, should never feel he has to approach her in fear.
"Oh, Minou," she breathes. "Of course, go ahead. I...I already know."
He nods and stands a little straighter, and with a whisper and a flash of green, Chat's magical leather is replaced with denim and cotton poplin.
Predictably, her brain is short-circuiting, hollering in panic and terror, but even as her heart pounds wildly in her chest, it whispers quietly, gently, that this is her partner. Her silly kitty. Her dearest friend. He just happens to look like Adrien Agreste at the moment.
(Okay, this is going to take some getting used to.)
Tikki flies off to join Plagg nearby, while Marinette sits down on the roof with her knees pulled to her chest. She pats the space to her right and Adrien settles in cross-legged next to her.
He's the first to break the silence. "I'm sorry, Marinette. I shouldn't have gotten hit. I shouldn't have let you get hit. I know this wasn't what you wanted, and-"
"No, no, don't apologize," she interrupts, shaking her head. "It happens. It's...not the first time." Marinette sighs and closes her eyes, suddenly feeling a lot less courageous in the face of this world-bending change now that they're in their civilian clothes and it's Adrien apologizing to her. She presses her forehead to her knees and tries to imagine the boy beside her in magical leather and cat ears. It only helps a little, but it's enough. "We, um-" she pauses, licks her lips. "We have a lot to talk about. I just don't know if I'm ready for...all of it."
Adrien is silent for an uncomfortably long moment. "Yeah. We do." She hears him take a deep breath that shakes a bit on the exhale and turns her head a fraction to peek at him. His eyes are on the distant horizon. "I...think I understand some things now."
Abruptly, he turns toward her, a little smile tilting the corners of his mouth when he his eyes meet hers. Fear tells her to look away, but she tamps it down and holds his gaze. His smile widens.
"May I ask you something, Marinette?"
She nods.
"When you came up to me at lunch today, were you...planning to ask me on a date?"
Her pulse pounds in her ears. She could give in to fear, say no and brush it off like Chat had misheard her when she was under the akuma's spell. But suddenly her heartbeat seems to drum, "be bold, be kind, be brave," over and over again, and just as the smile begins to slip from his face, she finds the nerve to nod again.
Just like on the other rooftop a few minutes ago, his face lights up like the first rays of sun after a week of rain, shining splendid even in the early afternoon light.
"Am I--" he whispers, his breath hitching though his joy never dims, "Am I the boy?"
Be bold, be kind, be brave.
She calls on her Ladybug courage and nods once more.
His breath catches again and his eyes fill with tears that he brushes away quickly.
Clarity dawns all of a sudden, sweeping her fears to the corners of her mind to be dealt with later. She understood Chat Noir being happy to know his partner's identity, his excitement in finding out his Lady was his friend, too. But this is so much more. Beside her sits Adrien, wiping tears of joy from his eyes at the knowledge that Marinette is in love with him. This might just be a dream coming true on a random rooftop on a random Thursday afternoon.
"Chaton," she breathes, stretching her legs in front of her and placing a hand on his knee.
His hand covers hers, and she meets his gaze, words caught in her throat at the intensity in his eyes.
"I have a confession to make." He rubs the back of his neck with his free hand and takes a deep breath. "I think everyone in Paris knows that Chat Noir is in love with Ladybug. I...know you know." He shrugs as his smile turns a little helpless. "But no one knows that I might have a little tiny bit of a huge crush on Marinette Dupain-Cheng, too."
"Kid, don't lie to your girlfriend. You know very well that I knew, because I've been telling you forever!" Plagg calls from somewhere behind them. Tikki hushes him loudly.
"Okay, he's not wrong," Adrien says, huffing out a combination of a laugh and a sigh. I'm just very stupid, apparently."
"Hey, don't talk that way about my partner." Marinette bumps his shoulder with hers. "I have a teeny, tiny, huge crush on him, too, you know, and I don't appreciate your tone."
Adrien's surprised laugh rings out across the rooftop, filling her heart with so much love she can barely breathe with the force of it. She could listen to that laugh for the rest of her life. She hopes she'll have that chance.
He brushes tears from his eyes again as his laughter subsides, his grin still shining bright. "I'm so happy it's you, Marinette. Beyond happy." He turns her hand beneath his and threads his fingers through hers. "Honestly, there's no one else I would rather have as my partner."
"Me too, Minou," she murmurs, squeezing his hand lightly as incredulous joy sings through her veins.
Tikki's little voice pipes up nearby. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but it's almost time to go back to class."
Adrien lets go of her hand to fish for his phone and curses under his breath when he sees the time. "She's right, My Lady. Could we meet up this evening? I know we have, um...a lot of things to talk about."
Marinette nods. It feels like she's done a lot of that in the last few minutes.
When Adrien stands, he offers his hand to help her up. Just like in the courtyard at lunch, his eyes are patient and kind, but now they shine with something more. She lets him pull her to her feet, then wraps her arms around his waist in a tight hug.
His soft exhale at her ear as he melts against her makes her smile, scrunching up his white overshirt under her cheek. Her senses are filled with him, and she's surprised to realize that it's a feeling of comfort and safety instead of the usual panic.
Maybe loving Adrien and being loved in return will be easier than it seemed all this time. Her fears seem so silly when his arms are wrapped around her shoulders and his head rests on top of hers - a perfect fit.
Even the nightmarish terror of Chat Blanc is diminished. Adrien never told anyone her identity; he knew because he himself was Chat Noir, and there's no way in the world that Chat would hurt his Lady, nor would Adrien ever harm Marinette on purpose. She must have misunderstood. He must have misunderstood. He was an akuma, after all. She sighs into Adrien's shirt. She can never allow that terrible timeline to occur, but whatever happens after this, they'll face it together. Stronger. She'll make sure of it.
"Do you think my father will let me go to Nino's gig in real life?" he asks quietly.
The sad note in his voice breaks her heart. She squeezes him tighter.
"I don't know, Kitty. Do you think we'll be having a movie date on Saturday?"
He leans back abruptly, though his hands still grip her shoulders. "Of course! I'll be there if I have to sneak out!"
Marinette boops his nose, laughing when his eyes cross. "I think that's your answer for Friday night, too."
Suddenly she's in his arms again, this time lifted off the ground and spinning. She can't help but giggle.
"I knew I was in love with a genius!" he cries, jubilant. He sets her down and plants a kiss in the middle of her forehead before calling for Plagg to transform him.
When he turns his masked face back to her, it's like the world is different. She can easily see the brilliant green of Adrien's eyes in Chat's glowing sclerae. The blending of two of her favorite people into one extraordinary boy who - oh my goodness - just said he loves her gives her a shot of courage even before she suits up again.
"You missed, beau gosse."
His eyes widen comically. "I....what?"
Marinette smiles and calls for her transformation, then taps her lips with her gloved fingers. "You kissed me, but you missed."
The sly gleam in his eyes makes her breathing speed up.
"First of all, I would ask before I did that," Chat says, sticking out his thumb before raising his clawed index finger. "Second, I thought I'd save our first kiss for Saturday. Seems like a great way to end our first date, doesn't it?"
Our first date. A tingle runs down her spine. She likes the sound of that.
"I guess I can wait." Her smile turns cheeky. "But it'll be our third--"
"Ah, ah, ah," Chat cuts her off with a grin. He extends his thumb again. "First of all, I don't remember either of those."
Ladybug rolls her eyes, still smiling.
"And second," he says, his voice pitching lower and making her heart skip a beat, "it will be Marinette and Adrien's first kiss."
Oh, this boy, she thinks as her heart soars.
She bites her lip to keep from giggling. "I suppose you're right, even though we both know we're the same people."
Chat gives her a deadpan look. "Just let me have this, Bug."
She bursts into laughter and reaches for her yo-yo, delighting in watching a grin light her partner's face.
"I really am looking forward to Saturday," he says, unhooking his baton from his back. He reaches for her hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. "We'll talk about it later today, okay?"
She nods and watches him vault off toward home.
The wind against her face is exhilarating as she swings back to the bakery. It's amazing how one revelation seems to have changed everything. Even the zip of her yo-yo through the air sounds different to her ears now that she knows, now that he knows.
Marinette detransforms as she touches down on the terrace and sinks into her pink-striped chair while Tikki phases through the hatch into her room in search of food. A quick check of her phone tells her that she has ten minutes before she has to go back to school.
School. One more thing that's going to be different.
Before nerves can creep in, she thinks of Chat Noir and his beaming joy at learning the identity of his beloved partner. That was Adrien. She thinks of the comfort of being wrapped in Adrien's arms, his scent, his warmth. That was Chat Noir.
And when she sits down in class behind him in a few short minutes, that boy with the soft smile and shining eyes will look like Adrien, but now he's so much more.
Marinette stands up from her chair with a lighter heart than she can remember having in a long, long time. She's suddenly looking forward to the second half of the day, even more excited for Nino's event tomorrow night, and positively thrilled that she has a date with Adrien - who is Chat Noir! - on Saturday.
There's so much to experience, so many memories to be made. It feels a bit like a dream. It feels more than a bit scary. But it's going to be great.
It's just going to take a little courage.
She's got this.
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