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After Schiller Post by :mjsimpson Category :Poems Author :Thomas Hardy Date :December 2010 Read :1558

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After Schiller

Knight, a true sister-love
This heart retains;
Ask me no other love,
That way lie pains!

Calm must I view thee come,
Calm see thee go;
Tale-telling tears of thine
I must not know!


(The end)
Thomas Hardy's poem: After Schiller

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