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Too Fond
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Too Fond |
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RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
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Be fond O too fond I hath been –when the heart tends to weep-- The dew hast fallen from heaven and took its place; amongst the others in the sea and still is fond-- fond of the stars from which it fell holding the memories. Thoughts, Idle thoughts, I know not what is real or fantasy Thoughts from the depth of the broken mind-- you rise in the soul and gather me together In what winter hath I been but cold-- and thinking of when you were my warmth In spring everything began to fade till nothing did remain. Ah, fond of the past in the earliest years, to dying memories I hath remembered you! When unto the dying of thy face I do not remember you so the tears remember for me, tears awake the heartache, So strange that after three long years thy still with me-- O death of the first love was as like that of what is not said ne’er hath I regretted a single moment nor hated you, So sweet be those who know; I am still too fond, too fond of you |
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