October 31st, 2002

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The Autumn House

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The Autumn House

From my window, facing South,
I watch the leaf-light birds
That lately shared my roof
Set off without farewells
Journeying to the sun.

The branch hangs from a sky
That soon will shelter none
The widowed light puts on
Its threadbare shroud
I wait alone

In a house where none
Prepare for what may come
Across the water's hill
Where all the clocks are still
Nobody heeds my talk
And down the draughty
Passage-way nobody walks.

- George M. Brady
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LXI.

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LXI.

Is it thy will thy image should keep open
My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
While shadows, like to thee, do mock my sight?
Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee
So far from home, into my deeds to pry;
To find out shames and idle hours in me,
The scope and tenor of thy jealousy?
O no! thy love, though much, is not so great;
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake;
Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,
To play the watchman ever for thy sake:
For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
From me far off, with others all-too-near.

- William Shakespeare