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Many A Night I Ask The Stars On High

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Many a night I ask the stars on high,
For whom a sylph aloft like thee would fall.
They neither crawl away nor draw on nigh,
Seeming not care to heed my plea at all.
Yet I would not dispense with them tonight,
For fear of missing any signs they give.
Ev'n though my hope looks fainter than their light,
I’d still believe, if it’s but just reprieve;
Even though thou mayst never answer me,
I’d wait for thee as long as I’m to live.

Just like my stars are there in constancy
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Ernestine Northover 30 August 2006

Written in the 'style' of Shakespeare, I felt. Very well produced and a pleasure to read, Beautifully woven poem. Love Ernestine XXX

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