Song
Go find me a woman who’s true
and send me the news if you do.
....Were she pretty and good, I
....would meet her — or would I?
By then she’d have cheated on two.
Dover Beach
The ocean tonight sounds so sad,
and the ocean of faith (this is bad)
....has ebbed. What a bother!
....Let’s hide in each other,
for the rest of the world has gone mad.
Inisfree
Will I settle in Inisfree —
grow beans to the buzz of the bee,
....the crickets’ shrill singing,
....the linnets’ loud winging,
and the lake’s endless lapping? Not me!
[This message has been edited by Henry Quince (edited May 18, 2006).]
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