The Hour-Glass

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The Heart of a Woman
And The Stars
I Want to Die While You Love Me
The Suppliant
Welt
Youth
Eucalyptus Trees
When I Behold the Greatest
Wonder and Joy
Doubt
Her Eyes
A Last Prayer
September
Tides
Aeglamour's Soliloquy
The Hour-Glass
How He Saw Her
Hymn to Cynthia
Hymn to the Belly
On Lucy, Countess of Bedford

Deisel Shoes
Do but consider this small dust, here running
in the glass,
By atoms moved.
Could you believe that this the body was
Of one that loved?

And in his mistress' flame playing like a fly,
Turned to cinders by her eye?
Yes, and in death as life unblest,
To have't expressed,
Even ashes of lovers find no rest.