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From House To House

Rating: 2.6

The first was like a dream through summer heat,
The second like a tedious numbing swoon,
While the half-frozen pulses lagged to beat
Beneath a winter moon.

'But,' says my friend, 'what was this thing and where?'
It was a pleasure-place within my soul;
An earthly paradise supremely fair
That lured me from the goal.

The first part was a tissue of hugged lies;
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Pietro 6 02 March 2016

fell...and moaned.....farewell oh love farewell. Is the point I like most of a poem that is very pleasant in all it's lenght

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