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Monday, May 21, 2001

Sonnet Xlv

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The other two, slight air and purging fire,
Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
The first my thought, the other my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide.
For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embassy of love to thee,
My life, being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to death, oppress'd with melancholy;
Until life's composition be recured
By those swift messengers return'd from thee,
Who even but now come back again, assured
Of thy fair health, recounting it to me:
This told, I joy; but then no longer glad,
I send them back again and straight grow sad.
William Shakespeare
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Dr Antony Theodore 14 April 2020
By those swift messengers return'd from thee, Who even but now come back again, assured Of thy fair health, recounting it to me: This told, I joy; but then no longer glad, I send them back again and straight grow sad. the great Shakespeare. tony
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Prabir Gayen 06 January 2019
Great poem from great heat............
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out 
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