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Epilogue

Rating: 2.8

At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time,
When you set your fancies free,
Will they pass to where--by death, fools think, imprisoned--
Low he lies who once so loved you, whom you loved so,
--Pity me?

Oh to love so, be so loved, yet so mistaken!
What had I on earth to do
With the slothful, with the mawkish, the unmanly?
Like the aimless, helpless, hopeless, did I drivel

--Being--who?
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Edward Kofi Louis 16 August 2016

The unseen! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Pranab K Chakraborty 16 August 2016

Oh to love so, be so loved, yet so mistaken! ...............................................Just the drop of delight human soul preserve for the new comers to land inside fire!

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Ratnakar Mandlik 16 August 2016

A great inspirational poem which is stunning too. Thanks for sharing it here.

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Ramesh T A 16 August 2016

What a force browning inspires through this verse!

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