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I've been waiting here since 9 o'clock.Why don't you want to come?
Can't go away , stuck under rock,
I wait, becoming numb.
I see you going under the moon,
To our date you're late as ever.

I pick up the skirt,
I pick up the sparkling beads in black,this thing that moved oncearound flesh,and I call God a liar,
I say anything that movedlike thator knewmy namecould never diein the common verity of dying,and I pick up her love...

GH old the thought and oft exprest, 'Tis his at last who says it best,
I'll try my fortune with the rest
Life is a leaf of paper white Whereon each one of us may write His word or two, and then comes night
'Lo, time and space enough...

When I set out for Lyonnesse, A hundred miles away, The rime was on the spray, And starlight lit my lonesomeness When I set out for Lyonnesse A hundred miles away
What would bechance at Lyonnesse While I should sojourn there No prophet durst ...

Towards the Noel that morte saison (Christ make the shepherds' homage dear
)Then when the grey wolves everychone Drink of the winds their chill small-beer And lap o' the snows food's gueredon Then makyth my heart his yule-tide cheer (Skoal

Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten
When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements,
The window-sills were wet from rain in the night,
Birds scattered and settled over

Bodies glad, erect,
Beautiful with youth,
Life's elect,
Nature's truth,

He gazed and gazed and gazed and gazed,
Amazed, amazed, amazed, amazed

While all Europe is a shambles  And the whole world is at war,
And half the land the sun shines on  Is drenched in human gore;
When every Nation counts the men  It knows are tried and
We send this message to you,

Lord, who hast suffer'd all for me,
My peace and pardon to procure,
The lighter cross I bear for Thee,
Help me with patience to endure

RE Pilate's Court is:
None may clatter nor
Where the Wolf giving
To the Twins glares on all"Strip Him and scourge

Good ladies, you that have your pleasure in exile, Step in your foot, come take a place, and mourn with me a while, And such as by their lords do set but little price, Let them sit still: it skills them not what chance come on the dice
But ye...