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Christopher Brennan - "What is there with you and me, that I may not forget . ."
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What is there with you and me, that I may not forget 
 but your white shapes come crowding noiselessly in my nights, 
 making my sleep a flight from a thousand beckoning hands? 
 Was it not enough that your cry dwelt in my waking ears 
 that now, seeking oblivion, I must yet be haunted 
 by each black maw of hunger that yawns despairingly 
 a moment ere its whitening frenzy bury it? 
 O waves of all the seas, would I could give you peace 
 and find my peace again: for all my peace is fled 
 and broken and blown along your white delirious crests!
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