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Today is Saturday night
Prepare for Sunday-delight
Better to avoid any fight
Instead be lovingly polite

Plan together the program
Hate not even a milligram
Let not your concern be sham
Stop tears building love-dam

Sleep, we can sacrifice
As TV may come to entice
Such an idea is not unwise
Having a change is nice

Have a heart-to-heart talk
If possible together walk
Have love in enough stock
Support each other like rock

With his furry coat and his gauzy wing,

Now in a lily-cup, and now

Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,

In his wandering;

Sit closer love: it was here I trow

I made that vow,

Swore that two lives should be like one

As long as the sea-gull loved the sea,

As long as the sunflower sought the sun,-

It shall be, I said, for eternity

‘Twixt you and me!

Dear friend, those times are over and done;

Love’s web is spun.

Look upward where the poplar trees

Sway and sway in the summer air,

As oftentimes the too resplendent sun
Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon
Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath won
A single ballad from the nightingale,
So doth thy Beauty make my lips to fail,
And all my sweetest singing out of tune.

And as at dawn across the level mead
On wings impetuous some wind will come,
And with its too harsh kisses break the reed
Which was its only instrument of song,
So my too stormy passions work me wrong,
And for excess of Love my Love is dumb.

i never want to see you hurt
or to see you cry
but as of now i'm hurting
and i have to say goodbye

why stay with one who isn't
always going to be there
but instead ill be standing
talking to thin air

In times of need and times of want
i was always here
trying to solve a problem
and give a listening ear

but lately things have wandered
we are not how we once were
but instead a sorry memory
in this messed up lonely world

Dear Uncle,

I must thank you for your e-mail
I will follow your advice without fail

My e-mail is by you kindly read
And your advice is to mind bread

You have very correctly stated
That sadness gets permeated

Your e-mail is to me a boost
As you do not at all boast

You prefer a calm environment
Which suits your temperament

You have medicated my sad mind
By being toward me kind, not blind

When sad thoughts come to rupture
Forgetting soon will surely enrapture

My Angelic Near and Dear,

We caught the tread of dancing feet,
We loitered down the moonlit street,
And stopped beneath the harlot's house.

Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud musicians play
The 'Treues Liebes Herz' of Strauss.

Like strange mechanical grotesques,
Making fantastic arabesques,
The shadows raced across the blind.

We watched the ghostly dancers spin
To sound of horn and violin,
Like black leaves wheeling in the wind.

I

HE gave up beauty in her tender youth,
Gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways;
She covered up her eyes lest they should gaze
On vanity, and chose the bitter truth.
Harsh towards herself, towards others full of ruth,
Servant of servants, little known to praise,
Long prayers and fasts trenched on her nights and days:
She schooled herself to sights and sounds uncouth
That with the poor and stricken she might make
A home, until the least of all sufficed
Her wants; her own self learned she to forsake,
Counting all earthly gain but hurt and loss.
So with calm will she chose and bore the cross
And hated all for love of Jesus Christ.

fool I was to sleep at noon,
And wake when night is chilly
Beneath the comfortless cold moon;
A fool to pluck my rose too soon,
A fool to snap my lily.

My garden-plot I have not kept;
Faded and all-forsaken,
I weep as I have never wept:
Oh it was summer when I slept,
It's winter now I waken.

Talk what you please of future spring
And sun-warm'd sweet to-morrow:--
Stripp'd bare of hope and everything,
No more to laugh, no more to sing,
I sit alone with sorrow.