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Sea Dreams

…from the quills of the dead white poets Alfred Tennyson (1809 – 1892) What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little … Continue reading

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Lost Love

…from the quills of the dead white poets Alfred Tennyson (1809 – 1892) (From “In Memoriam”) I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods; … Continue reading

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Dark house

…from the quills of the dead white poets Alfred Tennyson (1809 – 1892) Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street. Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a … Continue reading

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