Undying love to buy
I wrote upon
The corners of this eye
All wrongs done.What payment were enough
For undying love?
I broke my heart in two
So hard I struck.
What matter? for I know
That out of rock,Out of a desolate source,
Love leaps upon its course.
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I find it hard to believe that I haven't commented here.
Perhaps it was because I was paranoid then.
And I am musing now that I still haven't sent you the book. A collection of Yeats.
Was going through your old stuff.
Interesting to look it all again...
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