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Hha.

Thursday, September 16, 2004

For nature is one with rapine, a harm no preacher can heal;
The Mayfly is torn by the swallow, the sparrow speared by the shrike,
And the whole little wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey.

Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls,
Come hither, the dances are done,
In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls,
Queen lily and rose in one;
Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls.
To the flowers, and be their sun.

Strange, that I felt so gay,
Strange, that I tried to-day
To beguile her melancholy..

When I was wont to meet her
In the silent woody places
By the home that gave me birth,
We stood tranced in long embraces
Mixt with kisses sweeter sweeter
Than anything on earth.

Half the night I waste in sighs,
Half in dreams I sorrow after
The delight of early skies;
In a wakeful doze I sorrow
For the hand, the lips, the eyes,
For the meeting of the morrow
The delight of happy laughter,
The delight of low replies.

But the broad light glares and beats,
And the shadow flits and fleets
And will not let me be;
And I loathe the squares and streets,
And the faces that one meets,
Hearts with no love for me:
Always I long to creep
Into some still cavern deep,
There to weep, and weep, and weep
My whole soul out to thee.

My life has crept so long on a broken wing
Thro` cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear,
That I come to be grateful at last for a significant thing:
God.

The last part was just edited a little by me. Haha.

I've just gone on a whole raving tirade about this whole poem. I would rather memorise this than to memorise Chinese, seriously. But as things usually goes, I shall have to memorise both Chinese and those up there.

Hairhair.

Re-reading it again: it makes me sound homosexual. Strange, I was just ranting about it. But I am not.



I stargazed. [4:50 PM]


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