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I will paint you a sign, rumseller, And hang it above your door; A truer and better signboard Than ever you had before.
By hari prasad5 years ago in Poets
I would the gift I offer here Might graces from thy favor take, And, seen through Friendship's atmosphere,
There she rose as white as death, Stars above and stars beneath; Where the ripples brake in splendor To a million, million starlets
Say that the men of the old black tower, Though they but feed as the goatherd feeds, Their money spent, their wine gone sour,
