On the Recent Sale by Auction of Keats' Love-Letters.
By Wilde, Oscar .
These are the letters which Endymion wrote
To one he loved in secret and apart,
And now the brawlers of the auction-mart
Bargain and bid for each poor blotted note,
Aye! for each separate pulse of passion quote
The merchant's price! I think they love not art
Who break the crystal of a poet's heart,
That small and sickly eyes may glare or gloat.
Is it not said, that many years ago,
In a far Eastern town some soldiers ran
With torches through the midnight, and began
To wrangle for mean raiment, and to throw
Dice for the garments of a wretched man,
Not knowing the God's wonder, or his woe
That is I________
Name: mylias
Bdae: 16th March
Nicks: none
Job: jobless
Contact: Contact Me
I Strongly Like_____
the morning sunlight
breezy spring mornings
I Like________
Food: cheese
Drinks: pure cool water
Pastimes: stare into thin air
People: who stares back
I Have Strong Dislike For_________
tropical hot mid-day sun
freezing winters days
I Am Adverse To_____
People: politicians who tell half-truth
Things: slippery objects
Food: hot as in chillies
Music's Playing_____
Artist: Enya
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