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Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.
----Alfred Lord Tennyson
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For this alone on Death I wreak
The wrath that garners in my heart:
He put our lives so far apart
We cannot hear each other speak.
----Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Never shall a young man,
Thrown into despair
By those great honey-coloured
Ramparts at your ear,
Love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.
---W.B. Yeats
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Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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How far away the stars seem, and how far
Is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart!
---W.B. Yeats