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"I LOVE MY LIFE, BUT NOT TOO WELL"
I love my life, but not too well
To give it to thee like a flower,
So
it may pleasure thee to dwell
Deep in its perfume but an hour.
I love my
life, but not too well.
I love my life, but not too well
To sing it note by note away,
So to
thy soul the song may tell
The beauty of the desolate day.
I love my life,
but not too well.
I love my life, but not too well
To cast it like a cloak on
thine,
Against the storms that sound and swell
Between thy lonely heart
and mine.
I love my life, but not too well.
Harriet Monroe [1860-1936]
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
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