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Oh my gosh. Only because I set out to post a month's worth of poems
I came across this one. Jumped on it
because it was short & I'm in a hurry
to get to work. Little did I expect to
discover this kindred spirit. Swap 'art'
for 'song' & you've got me. 'Nothing
stays with me [inconstant me] long,'
I'm afraid.
The Dreams of My Heart
The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
The deep solace of song;
If that should ever leave me,
Let me find death and stay
With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten
Like the rain of yesterday.
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