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"UNKNOWN" Many Knots unravel'd by the Road;/But not this Knot of Human Death and Fate/ 50 The Ball no Question makes of Ayes and Noes,/ But right or left as strikes the Player goes:/ and He that toss'd Thee down into the Field,/ He knows about it all - He knows - He knows!/ 69 Indeed the idols he did love so long/ Have done his Credit in Men's Eyes much wrong:/ Have drown'd Honour in a shallow Cup./ And sold Reputation for a Song./ 72 Alas, late found Spring should vanish with the Rose!/That kindred Manuscripts should close!/The Nightingale that in the Branches sang,/ Ah, whence, and whither flown again who knows!/ 18 I sometimes think that never blows so red/ The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;/ That every Hyacinth the Garden wears/ Dropt in its lap from some once lovely Head./ 68 That ev'n buried Ashes such a snare / Of Perfume shall fling up into the Air,/ As not a True Believer passing by/ But shall be overtaken unaware./ W dewbarh Dewbarh...70. 74 Ah, Moon of Delight who know'st no wane,/ The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again;/ How oft hereafter rising shall she look/ Through this same Garden after me - in vain?/ 73 Ah Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire/ To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,/ Would not we shatter it to bits - and then/ Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!/ One thing is certain, and the rest is Lies;/ Ne'er such an ungenuine lot hence met/my Friend and I would surely bet!/But 'tis by you, all of you - We depend for remembrance!/ For the unsung, not for damn'd self - again - Lest we forget. Vide. Somerton Beach, via end Bickford Street , 30/11/2018 - 1/12/2018.