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Alas! Alas! I Can't Forget

by Amelia Alderson Opie

0.3364 − 0.7660i

Drawing the boundary…

The Philosopher

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

0.3201 − 0.8015i

Drawing the boundary…

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Alas! Alas! I Can't Forget

by Amelia Alderson Opie

Alas! alas! I can't forget,
The fateful hour when first we met,
For still I see whate'er I view
Those eyes of pensive blue

But while so many swains you see,
Do you my Clara think on me?
If so, I wish not to forget,
The hour when first we met.

And still to others beauty cold,
May I, in thought, your charms behold,
Still sit in memory rapt, and view,
Those eyes of pensive blue.

But if by you, I'm quite forgot,
O! hard indeed will be my lot,
Since I alas! can ne'er forget,
The hour when first we met.

The Philosopher

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

And what are you that, wanting you,
I should be kept awake
As many nights as there are days
With weeping for your sake?

And what are you that, missing you,
As many days as crawl
I should be listening to the wind
And looking at the wall?

I know a man that’s a braver man
And twenty men as kind,
And what are you, that you should be
The one man in my mind?

Yet women’s ways are witless ways,
As any sage will tell,—
And what am I, that I should love
So wisely and so well?

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