Friday, December 19, 2014
Tomb Comments
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What I can bring to the surface of a page,
is far too less drown'd in a drop of tear,
dried of ink; than what in fathom-five hath sunk,
too deep for woe to tell thee of thy tale;
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8/7/2025 10:23:21 PM # 1.0.0
from Trafalgar Square, and a flock of pigeons in the garden sit no more; nor eat crumbs by the window, but in love's girdl'd loins of silken-satin, unsettl'd round about the common earth again. very fine use of words and expressions. thank u dear poet. tony