| The Unpredicted... John Heath-Stubbs... |
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The goddess Fortune be praised(on her toothed wheel I have been mincemeat these several years) Last night, for a whole night, the unpredictable Lay in my arms, in a tender and unquiet rest- (I perceive the irrelevance of my former tears)- Lay, and at dawn departed. I rose and walked the streets Where a whitsuntide wind blew fresh, and blackbirds Incontestably sang, and the people were beautiful. |
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