Mike Dwight
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Lorena.Anagram of Lanore. "The Raven" devilish Romance poem often quoted again for Listen to the Mockingbird or Lorena.
The years creep slowly by, Lorena
The snow is on the grass a gain
The sun's low down the sky, Lorena
The frost gleams where the flowers have been //Slow letter introduction. Time physically moves though the author's heart doesn't.
But my heart beats on as warmly now
As when the summer days were nigh
The sun can never dip so low
Or down affections cloudless sky //The cloud of Affection however is cloudless.
A hundred months have passed, Lorena
//10 years past a declined courting. This poem in gentlemanly fashion helps follow up reputations only. No desperation or stalking is recognizable from the author, during a family affair Courting timeperiod.
Since last I held that hand in mine
And felt the pulse beat fast, Lorena
Though mine beat faster far than thine
A hundred months, 'twas flowery may
When up the hilly slope we climbed
To watch the dying of the day //They were both heading metaphorically toward Church when there was a rejection through responsibility on the woman's part.
And hear the distant church bells chime
We loved each other then, Lorena
More than we ever dared to tell
And what we might have been, Lorena //At least one party expressed love
Had but our loving prospered well
But then, 'tis past, the years are gone
I'll not call up their shadowy forms
I'll say to them, lost years, sleep on //Rejection is not any Christian reason for vengence or against mercy
Sleep on, nor heed life's pelting storms
The story of that past, Lorena
Alas I care not to repeat
The hopes that could not last, Lorena
They lived, but only lived to cheat
I would not cause them one regret //The woman rejected for better family welfare historically, in real life
To rankle in your bosom now
For if we try, we may forget
Were words of thine long years ago
Yes, these were words of thine, Lorena
They burn within my memory yet
They touched some tender chords, Lorena
Which thrill and tremble with regret
'Twas not thy woman's heart that spoke //Women were expected to perform Dutiful Rejections as well, I presume
Thy heart was always true to me
A duty, stern and pressing, broke
The tie which linked my soul with thee
It matters little now, Lorena
The past is in the eternal past
Our heads will soon lie low, Lorena //Funerals presumably, in which Christ did say to Love one another and everyone, especially those who do not love you, always.
Life's tide is ebbing out so fast
There is a future, o, thank God
Of life this is so small a part
'Tis dust to dust beneath the sod
But there, up there, 'tis heart to heart //The Peace of a New Kingdom
The years creep slowly by, Lorena
The snow is on the grass a gain
The sun's low down the sky, Lorena
The frost gleams where the flowers have been //Slow letter introduction. Time physically moves though the author's heart doesn't.
But my heart beats on as warmly now
As when the summer days were nigh
The sun can never dip so low
Or down affections cloudless sky //The cloud of Affection however is cloudless.
A hundred months have passed, Lorena
//10 years past a declined courting. This poem in gentlemanly fashion helps follow up reputations only. No desperation or stalking is recognizable from the author, during a family affair Courting timeperiod.
Since last I held that hand in mine
And felt the pulse beat fast, Lorena
Though mine beat faster far than thine
A hundred months, 'twas flowery may
When up the hilly slope we climbed
To watch the dying of the day //They were both heading metaphorically toward Church when there was a rejection through responsibility on the woman's part.
And hear the distant church bells chime
We loved each other then, Lorena
More than we ever dared to tell
And what we might have been, Lorena //At least one party expressed love
Had but our loving prospered well
But then, 'tis past, the years are gone
I'll not call up their shadowy forms
I'll say to them, lost years, sleep on //Rejection is not any Christian reason for vengence or against mercy
Sleep on, nor heed life's pelting storms
The story of that past, Lorena
Alas I care not to repeat
The hopes that could not last, Lorena
They lived, but only lived to cheat
I would not cause them one regret //The woman rejected for better family welfare historically, in real life
To rankle in your bosom now
For if we try, we may forget
Were words of thine long years ago
Yes, these were words of thine, Lorena
They burn within my memory yet
They touched some tender chords, Lorena
Which thrill and tremble with regret
'Twas not thy woman's heart that spoke //Women were expected to perform Dutiful Rejections as well, I presume
Thy heart was always true to me
A duty, stern and pressing, broke
The tie which linked my soul with thee
It matters little now, Lorena
The past is in the eternal past
Our heads will soon lie low, Lorena //Funerals presumably, in which Christ did say to Love one another and everyone, especially those who do not love you, always.
Life's tide is ebbing out so fast
There is a future, o, thank God
Of life this is so small a part
'Tis dust to dust beneath the sod
But there, up there, 'tis heart to heart //The Peace of a New Kingdom