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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.

"Me too, perchance, in future days,
The sculptured stone shall show,
With Paphian myrtle or with
Parnassian on my brow

Avenge,
O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose
Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold,
Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old,

For a
Let it be enough:
The responsive smile,
Though effort goes into it

The Lady Mary Villiers
Under this stone; with weeping
The parents that first gave her breath,
And their sad friends, laid her in earth

Could ye come back to me,
Douglas,
Douglas,
In the old likeness that I knew,