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Alex Hoffmann Poems
On that night the news spread through I would believe it not. The monger continued forth, and I stood there looking North,
Caught in Lost Dreams
Of beauty unseen, and manner like a queen, she dances with me, like a child of thirteen
Guided by her gentle whisper I sail, I fly under Thine eye through the waters of old, Heeling over, I wish the current not to prevail.
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
On that night the news spread through
I would believe it not.
The monger continued forth,
and I stood there looking North,
mulling over that in which I am caught
The night was empty and the day was too,
for without you I had nothing to do.
Life was everywhere
and people were up moving,
but once I heard there wasn't a thing I could be doing.
Standing there I realised,
how could they have such lazy eyes,
and anger filled my heart,
because you were so loving and smart,
yet they couldn't see your coming ...