I lay with my young bride in my arms,
A girl with t.b.
It was wartime, and overhead
The Germans were making a particularly heavy raid on Hampstead.
Harry, do they ever collide?
I do not think it has ever happened,
Oh my bride, my bride.
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My life is vile
I’ll wait awhileAnd then I’ll go.Why wait at all?Hope springs alive,Good may befallI yet may thrive.It is because I can’t make up my mindIf God is good, impotent or unkind.
Tender only to one
The petals swingTo my fingeringIs it you, or you, or you?Tender only to oneI do not know his nameAnd the friends who fallTo the petals’ callMay think my love to blame.Tender only to oneThis petal holds a clueThe face it showsBut too well knowsWho I am tender to.Tender only to one,Last petal’s latest breathCries out…
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Yesterday I hittapotamusI put the measurements down for you but they got lost in the fussIt’s not a good thing to drink out hereYou know, I’ve practically given it up dear.Tomorrow I am going alone a long wayInto the jungle. It is all greyBut green on topOnly sometimes when a tree has fallenThe sun comes…
Happiness is silent, or speaks equivocally for friends,
Happiness is like England, and will not state a case,Grief, like Guilt, rushes in and talks apace.
Coleridge received the Person from Porlock
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