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AT pulls at my heart so
What tells me to roam
What drags me and lures
From chamber and home

LL things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose...

She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter

I find it very difficult to enthuse Over the current news
Just when you think that at least the outlook is so black that it can grow no blacker, it worsens,
And that is why I do not like the news, because there has never been an era when...