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For Anne Gregory

Rating: 3.6

'NEVER shall a young man,
Thrown into despair
By those great honey-coloured
Ramparts at your ear,
Love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.'
'But I can get a hair-dye
And set such colour there,
Brown, or black, or carrot,
That young men in despair

May love me for myself alone
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Vivian Timmons 12 February 2020

Too bad a real person couldn't read the poem instead of an electronic reader.

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Lana Lipsett 01 March 2019

The narrator is dreadful, certainly doesn’t know how to read poetry.

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Joel Coble 07 October 2008

I love the lines about the old religious man and love the idea that you might find an ancient text that proves something, beyond doubt.

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