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[aid] => mick
[title] => An Dream within a dream
[time] => 2005-05-10 17:12:32
[hometext] => Don't much know what I'm say. so to all those who read this poem. please help me out.
[bodytext] => take this kiss upon your lips with the parting of you. Thus much let me avow you are not wrong. Whom deem that my day are but a dream. Yet, If hope has frown away in the night. or in the day, in a vision, or in none, it is , therefore, the less gone. For all that we see, or seen is but an dream within an dream. I stand amid the roar of a surf-tormented shore. And I hold within my hands grains of golden sand. how few? yet how they creep through my fingers to the deep, while I weep - while I weep! O God can I not grasp them with tighter clasp? O God can I not save one from the pitiless waves? Is all that we see or seen is but an dream within an dream.. To Hell with Love Thy beauty is to me like those nice an bark of yoke, that gently move over a perfumed sea, The weary way worn wanderer bore to his own native shore. On desperate seas long won't to room. Thy hyacinth hair. thy classic face. Thy naiad air has brought me home to the glory that is New Orleans. And the grandeur that was paris. Lo in your brilliant window niche how staue like I see thee stand. the agate lamp within thy hand! Ah psyche, from the regions which are holy land! [comments] => 1 [counter] => 212 [topic] => 22 [informant] => yaladaoth [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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