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My eyes have seen the glory But my heart has felt the pain Life is but an empty dream Where no hope can remain Not a day passes Nor a night can slip by Without bringing me memories Of your bright shining eyes It was thy love proved false and frail It was thy untrue being I see thine image through my tears tonight And yet today I saw thee smiling If i were to see thee After sorrowful years How should I greet thee But with silence and tears My grieving has lessened but a little each day From pangs that rend my heart in twain Remorse and shame shall cling to thee And may they haunt thee like a feverish dream Works taken from: Lord Byron Elizabeth Barrett Browning Walt Whitman Battle Hymn of the Republic Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
I never heard of a text weave poem before. It was pretty cool how you did it. Thanks for sharing this. nicely | Posted on 2007-11-10 00:00:00 | by nicelyJ | [ Reply to This ] | |