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[#] Wed Jun 05 2002 18:39:50 EDT from Cruella

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Come back to me, who wait and watch for you:--
Or come not yet, for it is over then,
And long it is before you come again,
So far between my pleasures are and few.
While, when you come not, what I do I do
Thinking "Now when he comes," my sweetest when:"
For one man is my world of all the men
This wide world holds; O love, my world is you
Howbeit, to meet you grows almost a pang
Because the pang of parting comes so soon;
My hope hangs waning, waxing, like a moon
Between the heavenly days on which we meet:
Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang
When life was sweet because you call'd them sweet?

[#] Wed Jun 05 2002 18:40:52 EDT from Cruella

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Previous poem by... Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

[#] Sun Jun 09 2002 03:45:47 EDT from Cruella

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He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
--William Butler Yeats

[#] Mon Mar 14 2005 06:53:40 EST from TideFall

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There once was a man from Nantucket...

Wait, wrong room..