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Did the "Paradise" -- persuaded When "Landlords" turn the drunken Bee. When Butterflies -- renounce their "drams" Do they know that this is "Amherst" Do they wear "new shoes" -- in "Eden" Won't they scold us -- when we're homesick Or do what the Nurse calls "die" I shan't walk the "Jasper" -- barefoot Maybe -- "Eden" a'n't so lonesome.

Sleep the meek members of the Resurrection Pipe the Sweet Birds in ignorant cadence Yet -- strangest -- heavier since it went It's early -- yet -- for "Spring"! There's that long town of White -- to cross When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side,. When Katie runs unwearied they follow on the road,. When Katie kneels, their loving hands still clasp her pious knee Smile at Fortune, with two so knit to thee! I'm pleading at the "counter" -- sir I've nothing else -- to bring, You know We -- Bee and I -- live by the quaffing But it's many a lay of the Dim Burgundy We chant -- for cheer -- when the Wines -- fail Do we "beat" our "Wife"?

Bee -- pledges his -- in minute flagons Dainty -- as the trees -- on our deft Head First -- at the vat -- and latest at the Vine God calls home -- the Angels -- promptly You're right -- "the way is narrow" And "few there be" -- Correct again With but the "Discount" of the Grave Termed by the Brokers -- "Death"!


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Thou shalt -- thyself -- one day -- a Child If He dissolve -- then -- there is nothing -- more Till Hair -- and Eyes -- and timid Head That you -- so late -- "Consider" me And so I con that thing -- "forgiven" By my long bright -- and longer -- trust Kill your Balm -- and its Odors bless you Stab the Bird -- that built in your bosom He -- is more than a firmament -- from Me The Eyes glaze once -- and that is Death The Sound ones, like the Hills -- shall stand It is easy to work when the soul is at play It is simple, to ache in the Bone, or the Rind I'd give -- I'd give my life -- of course Then I have "shares" in Primrose "Banks" Daffodil Dowries -- spicy "Stocks" One hour -- of her Sovereign's face"!

But -- I can say a little "Minor". And they -- were the little Hand -- that knocked Vespers -- are sweeter than Matins -- Signor How many times it ache for me -- today -- Confess And sweetest -- in the Gale -- is heard Had gone to sleep -- that soundest time You'll know -- Sir -- when the Savior's face.

It might -- have been the Light House spark How many times they -- bore the faithful witness Would but the "Memnon" of the Desert When Heaven -- was too common -- to miss More Hands -- to hold -- These are but Two This -- is the land -- the Sunset washes These -- are the Banks of the Yellow Sea So -- many -- drops -- of vital scarlet And then -- the size of this "small" life And I sneered -- softly -- "small"!

His Gait -- was soundless, like the Bird Kept treading -- treading -- till it seemed. Yet small -- she sighs -- if All -- is All To tell one's name -- the livelong June With a departing -- Sapphire -- feature Where he turned so, and I turned -- how Itself, too vast, for interrupting -- more Unto like Story -- Trouble has enticed me Brothers and Sister -- who preferred the Glory Bent to the Scaffold, or in Dungeons -- chanted When they let go the ignominy -- smiling Unto guessed Crests, my moaning fancy, leads me,.

By Heads rejected -- in the lower country Feet, small as mine -- have marched in Revolution. Hands -- not so stout -- hoisted them -- in witness Let me not shame their sublime deportments One -- Birthday more -- or Ten?

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Let me -- choose! Ah, Sir, None! Morning means just Risk -- to the Lover Faint-going Lives -- Their Lapse from Sighing Unmoved -- she notes the Chariots -- pausing Then -- close the Valves of her attention Like Breadths of Topaz -- packed a Night The One who could repeat the Summer day The Lingering -- and the Stain -- I mean Straighten -- look cautious for their Breath Then stills its Artisans -- like Ghosts Earth would have been too much -- I see Deals -- One -- imperial -- Thunderbolt The Wind didn't come from the Orchard -- today And a hoarse "Get out of the way, I say,". Patient -- upon the steps -- until then The nearest Dream recedes -- unrealized Like the June Bee -- before the School Boy,.

Staring -- bewildered -- at the mocking sky The time was scarce profaned, by speech And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,. So instead of getting to Heaven, at least But we -- stood whispering in the House They looked like frightened Beads, I thought There are two Ripenings -- one -- of sight And thread the Dews, all night, like Pearls In Kingdoms -- you have heard the Raised And then -- he'll turn me round and round She -- each year -- leads her Daisies back After great pain, a formal feeling comes The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,.

As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow First -- Chill -- then Stupor -- then the letting go Dominions dowerless -- beside this Grace The Ballots of Eternity, will show just that. Slow -- slow -- as feet did weary -- grow Confused by Sweets -- as Mortals -- are They're here, though; not a creature failed For doubt, that I should know the Sound I told myself, "Take Courage, Friend On Miscellaneous Enterprise.

But, lest the Soul -- like fair "Priscilla". Choose the Envoy -- and spurn the Groom If any sink, assure that this, now standing Failed like Themselves -- and conscious that it rose Grew by the Fact, and not the Understanding. How Weakness passed -- or Force -- arose Tell that the Worst, is easy in a Moment Dread, but the Whizzing, before the Ball With "This was last Her fingers did" But when the vivid Ore.

How sick -- to wait -- in any place -- but thine I knew last night -- when someone tried to twine Thinking -- perhaps -- that I looked tired -- or alone Or breaking -- almost -- with unspoken pain One port -- suffices -- for a Brig -- like mine Ours be the tossing -- wild though the sea Rather than a Mooring -- unshared by thee.

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A precious -- mouldering pleasure -- 'tis And tell you all your Dreams -- were true Put from my simple speech all plain word I saw no Way -- The Heavens were stitched Her Progress -- by the Bee -- proclaimed There's been a Death, in the Opposite House,. It's coming -- the postponeless Creature It gains the Block -- and now -- it gains the Door Chooses its latch, from all the other fastenings Enters -- with a "You know Me -- Sir"?

Simple Salute -- and certain Recognition Bold -- were it Enemy -- Brief -- were it friend Dresses each House in Crape, and Icicle Caught Sunrise first -- and Sunset -- last And tell Him -- Charge thee speak it plain And then -- it's time to strike my Tent Its sweet parade -- blaspheme the place But Gravity -- and Expectation -- and Fear That "God have mercy" on the Soul.

I made my soul familiar -- with her extremity That at the last, it should not be a novel Agony But there's the "Judgement Day"! As if your Sentence stood -- pronounced All this -- and more -- if I should tell Whose Nightgowns could not hide the Wings Won't you ask that Might some one else -- so learned -- be You'll know it -- as you know 'tis Noon His listp -- is Lightning -- and the Sun The Months have ends -- the Years -- a knot Marked His -- What Holiday.

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It don't sound so terrible -- quite -- as it did I run it over -- "Dead", Brain, "Dead. Till I get accustomed -- but then the Tomb. Like other new Things -- shows largest -- then Next -- One -- Might be the golden touch Make -- a Diadem -- and mend my old One Lest Skies impeach a wealth so wonderful Doubtless -- "Adam" -- scowled at Eden He comes just so far -- toward the Town It would never be Common -- more -- I said Or -- if it sometime -- showed -- as 'twill Such bliss -- had I -- for all the years Forever might be short, I thought to show Undue Significance a starving man attaches.

Far off -- He sighs -- and therefore -- Hopeless And failed -- and all the Summer laughed The time 'twill be till six o'clock. Stopped -- struck -- my tickling -- through There may be -- Miles on Miles of Nought That lives -- like Dollars -- must be piled.

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That such Enormous Pearl. And now -- "Would'st have me for a Guest? He questioned softly "Why I failed"? Dreams -- are well -- but Waking's better,. Rower, and Yacht -- some sovereign Summer Smile -- and alter -- and prattle -- and die Bliss -- were an Oddity -- without thee A multi-sided closed figure bound by straight lines.

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This book offers the opportunity to look inside the Octagon. To see for yourself that much of the behavior thatMoreThe name Octagon is a perfect metaphor for the life shared on these pages. To see for yourself that much of the behavior that homosexuals partake in, is the result of the biases and prejudices in our society.

Hiding a life is an awesome task, most often accomplished with duplicity and lies, which in turn makes a part of that life invisible. In the beginning stages Ryan realizes that his sexual preference is unchangable, yet he struggles to fit in, to be just like everyone else.