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Hi, I am a modern poet, i want to share my peom to you, and hope you can give me more valuable advice, "I thought Iâd be DâArtagnon, introspective, droll, or Porthos muscled with a fork and dark intent, singularly bent on righting wrongs, but all the talk was wasted in a whirl of traded places, perhaps we traded faces in the same, candid space. I relive it now and then, I would live it all again in hope of having of each of you as friends. "Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes" by Robert Browning Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipes From out her hair: such balsam falls Down sea-side mountain pedestals, From tree-tops where tired winds are fain, Spent with the vast and howling main, To treasure half their island-gain. And strew faint sweetness from some old Egyptian's fine worm-eaten shroud Which breaks to dust when once unrolled; Or shredded perfume, like a cloud From closet long to quiet vowed, With mothed and dropping arras hung, Mouldering her lute and books among, As when a queen, long dead, was young. Heretic's Tragedy, The by Robert Browning A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. " Thanks, Mary I sent this email to kdb@xxxxxxxxxxxx If that's not you, forward this email to liuy402@xxxxxxx and we'll get it fixed, because sending unwanted emails is definitely not our thing. Unsubscribe | Update preferences |