Haniel Long Poems

I take what never can be taken,
Touch what cannot be;
I wake what never could awaken,
But for me.
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They say that dead men tell no tales!

Except of barges with red sails
And sailors mad for nightingales;
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There will be butterflies,
There will be summer skies
And flowers upthrust,
When all that Caesar bids,
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You found it difficult to woo—
so do we who follow you.

Everyone would like to mate;
Everyone has had to wait.
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