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    A poet  life is tter  to a nig alternate fits of restlessness andsleep! ! arts! urning t!

    ion. tence are ed in ation, and t ting.

    ence, I mean my o eacy: o us a ory of ts an eartaggering.

    And less--I, a poor day-laborer in tation in a corner of it, and self of,  ell you, my unseenfriend, for ary call in sorro, to he shadow of our own conscience.

    A great event onous ly,and  t. t tcinuation of t I ill nos s.

    On t to fear, but also little to  dangers and great fortune. Briefly, tion is,o die, forone of tions in wo andI remain undecided.

    --who will advise me?

    Sunday, 4t from ter!

    Spring announces its approac breeze skims over to blow again.

    e are near t s season of fress of teentury sang h so much feeling:

    Noh of May.

    All t lady, let me too.

    In thy love my life renew.

    tter tot of roofs opensout before me in all its splendor.

    floor uresquevariety of sucemplated tile-coloreds  eac folloter-valleys, ed slopes, and tting sun o a blaze offire.  studied tion,carpeted by lic acquainted ants t people t to ticcat--t reynard of t nessed ts of a clear or a cloudy sky; norts of lig make treimes emplating t; in discovering its darker orbrig, in travel t ourists look for lower!

    Nine oclock.--But ered for t tof t to devour! It is not my presencet frigomed to eat out of my  remains from mybreakfast to attract t. t approac daring to alight.