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Sunday, May 3, 2009 Y 6:34 PM  I am shut out of mine own heart because my love is far from me, nor in the wonders have I part that fill its hidden empery: The wildwood of adventurous thought and lands of dawn my dream had won, the riches out of Faery brought are buried with our bridal sun. And I am in a narrow place, and all its little streets are cold, because the absence of her face has robb'd the sullen air of gold. My home is in a broader day: at times I catch it glistening thro' the dull gate, a flower'd play and odour of undying spring: The long days that I lived alone, sweet madness of the springs I miss'd, are shed beyond, and thro' them blown clear laughter, and my lips are kiss'd: And here, from mine own joy apart, I wait the turning of the key: - I am shut out of mine own heart because my love is far from me. |
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