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My thoughts / Chink against my ribs / And roll about like silver hail-stones.
I should like to spill them out, / And pour them, all shining, / Over you.
But my heart is shut upon them / And holds them straitly.
Come, You! and open my heart; / That my thoughts torment me no longer, / But glitter in your hair.