I have sat long at the lattice
in vain in vain I know
and I have sat long by the window
where only the lonely go
in the secret heart of the garden
where gentle waters flow
I have sat long at the lattice
ever in vain I know
and ever in vain shall I sit
in love with the fiery rose
until the darkness overwhelms
and to rest I finally go
Fine music. Reminds me of Swinburne. Cheers
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Many thanks Laurie – I haven’t read enough Swinburne to judge but I have read a whole heap of Tennyson, which reminds me … what was the curative poem that led to “the search for the sequence of ten perfect words” – enjoyed hugely! I’m guessing Break, break, break. – Cheers
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The Lady of Shallot–it changed me forever.
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Perfection – cheers
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