Broken Dreams
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Young men no longer suddenly catch their breat<samp>?99lib.</samp>h
When you are passing;
But maybe some old gaffer mutters a blessing
Because it was your prayer
Recovered him upon the bed of death.
For your sole sake - that all hearts ache have known,
And given to others all hearts ache,
From meagre gir<var>藏书网</var>lhoods putting on
Burdensome beauty - for your sole sake
Heaven has put away the stroke of her doom,
So great her portion in that peaake
By merely walking in a room.
Your beauty but leave among us
Vague memories, nothing but memories.
A young mahe old men are doalking
Will say to an old man, "Tell me of that lady
The poet stubborn witbbr></abbr>h his passion sang us
When age might well have chilled his blood.
Vague memories, nothing but memories,
But in the grave all, all, shall be renewed.
The certainty that I shall see that lady
Leaning or standing or walking
In the first loveliness of womanhood,
And with the fervour of my youthful eyes,
Has set me muttering like a fool.
You are more beautiful than any one,
A your body had a flaw:
Your small hands were not beautiful,
And I am afraid that you will run
And paddle to the wrist
In that mysterious, always brimming lake
Where those What have obeyed the holy law
paddle and are perfect. Leave unged
The hands that I have kissed,
For old sakes sake.
The last stroke of midnight dies.
All day in the one chair
From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have
ranged
In rambling talk with an image of air:
Vague memories, nothing but memories.
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