Wanderloss

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    Wanderloss

    This is then, why I, part deaf
    In meekness questing your gentle voice,
    Why, part blind to your form and fashion
    My mind's eye still looks for you,
    A numbness, though parceled, is stubborn-frightful,
    Especially as the touch of you lingers
    Bearing sweetly fresh upon a dream
    As your scented airs grow feint
    And the hours now spoil my heart, yearning
    And I taste for nothing hand to mouth
    As this, my new subsistence way
    Is dull upon all my senses waning
    But for one, but for one -
    The agony I feel, the agony,
    Which bears me to your resting place
    To not feel you, see or hear you,
    But only to love you empty -
    Weep, and love you empty,
    Oh, how I love you so.

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    To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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