"I look upon myself and curse my fate
Shall I compare You to a winter day ?
Pull down Your vanity, I say pull down !
A world of made is not a world of born..."Forgetfulness
"And I seek sweet favours carved in gold
And I bare the light my breath to hold
Early seen unknown, but known too late
How came this gentle concord,..."Like To A Silver Bow
"Once I wrote her name upon the sand,
but came a wave and washed it away
Again I wrote it with a second hand
but came a tide, made my plans prey..."|
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