Friday, January 3, 2003

Sonnet Xxv Comments

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As in the midst of battle there is room
For thoughts of love, and in foul sin for mirth;
As gossips whisper of a trinket's worth
Spied by the death-bed's flickering candle-gloom;
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George Santayana
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