2011-03-19

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Now that I know
How passion warms little
Of flesh in the mould,
And treasure is brittle, --

I'll lie here and learn
How, over their ground
Trees make a long shadow
And a light sound.

~ Louise Bogan ~
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composed by abracassandra

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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 ~

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