09 May, 2012
9
The life that knows not, patient waits, nor longs:--
I know, and would be patient, yet would long.
I can be patient for all coming songs,
But let me sing my one monotonous song.
To me the time is slow my mould among;
To quicker life I fain would spur and start
The aching growth at my dull-swelling heart.
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Reflecting that. In this blog we are met.
Make it, dear hearts, of worth to you indeed:--
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