Relationships Between Pears

The souls did from their bodies fly, - they fled to bliss or woe!

A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood

Like one that hath been seven days drowned. My body lay afloat

The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The helmsman steered us through!

And from my neck so free. The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea

Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung

Woman on the bedroom floor

The Union Blessed

Red Riding I

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