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Not Heat Flames Up and Consumes.

Part of the cluster CALAMUS.


NOT heat flames up and consumes, Not sea-waves hurry in and out, Not the air delicious and dry, the air of ripe summer, bears lightly  
 along white down-balls of myriads of seeds,
Wafted, sailing gracefully, to drop where they may; Not these, O none of these more than the flames of me, consum- 
 ing, burning for his love whom I love,
O none more than I hurrying in and out; Does the tide hurry, seeking something, and never give up? O I  
 the same,
O nor down-balls nor perfumes, nor the high rain-emitting clouds,  
 are borne through the open air,
Any more than my soul is borne through the open air, Wafted in all directions O love, for friendship, for you.

Part of the cluster CALAMUS.

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