The World of Dr. Justice
Sunday, July 15, 2012
On my wife reading to me
O sweet -- O best --
thine own dear voice -- -
Thou mine , thou most --
like pipes of Pan !
Pan grant when He shape us anew
for our next life, as forest-folk,
so may the flute-like song purl on
like brook, like breeze, like nightingale.
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