Half-hoping
We parted; but, half-hoping She might perhaps relent, She might perhaps have spoken words She had not really meant, Over my shoulder, now and then, I looked back as I went. Anon......
Stairway
Of that long stairway leading to my heart's Most sweet, most secret door, He whom I longed to see ascend the steps Scarce managed three or four.......
What's In A Name?
Mark Archer FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS: THE LESSON OF LLOYD'S OF LONDON by Jonathan Mantle Sinclair-Stevenson, £18, pp. 358 I n a week in which Lloyd's is expected to report record......
How Close A Comrade To Myself I Feel, How Never
more near, Lone in the wetness of this raining morning Standing here Watching the small path through the graveyard taper,......
Agony
What agony, our dream-encounters. Can you not understand How pitiably a man is torn, How utterly unmanned, To wake with hands stretched out for one Beyond all reach of hand?......
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