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DEAR Heart I think the young impassioned priest
When first he takes from out the hidden shrine His God imprisoned in the Eucharist, And eats the bread, and drinks the dreadful wine, Feels not such awful wonder as I felt When first my smitten eyes beat full on thee, And all night long before thy feet I knelt Till thou wert wearied of Idolatry. Ah! had'st thou liked me less and loved me more, Through all those summer days of joy and rain, 10 I had not now been sorrow's heritor, Or stood a lackey in the House of Pain. Yet, though remorse, youth's white-faced seneschal Tread on my heels with all his retinue, I am most glad I loved thee--think of all The suns that go to make one speedwell blue! Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |