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Christopher Brennan - "Deep mists of longing blur the land . ."
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Deep mists of longing blur the land 
 as in your late October eve: 
 almost I think your hand might leave 
 its old caress upon my hand — 
 for sure this floating world of dream 
 hath touch`d that far reality 
 of memory`s heaven; nor would I deem 
 the chance a strange one, if to thee 
 my feet should stray ere fall the night, 
 or, reaching to that lucent shore, 
 these eyes should wake on tenderer light 
 to greet the spring and thee once more.
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