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Слушать(AI)To My Wife
Though fancy and the might of rhyme,
That turneth like the tide,
Have borne me many a musing time,
Beloved, from thy side.
Ah yet,
I pray thee, deem not,
Sweet,
Those hours were given in vain;
Within these covers to thy feetI bring them back again.
Among the Millet and Other Poems by Archibald Lampman
Archibald Lampman
Archibald Lampman (17 November 1861 – 10 February 1899) was a Canadian poet. "He has been described as 'the Canadian Keats;' and he is perhaps t
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