In the
Manner of Emily
Last eve my mind presented me,
All
bottled bitter in laments,
Its vinegar suspicions of
My
shy beloved's transience.
Then shed my heart her learn'd restraint,
And
syrups poured she o'er me sweet,-
O'er all the aches of absence, bliss
Anointed
me from crown to feet.
T'was then I knew with certitude
Of
soul, commingled honey sour,
That time on earth were
Sufficient
to the hour.
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To my trained eye the icons loom
Upon a
foot-wide screen;
My mouse doth signal Macintosh
Electrons yet
unseen.
In IBM did I confide
Through hours
of data loss,-
Now I confess I cannot mourn
The death of
MS-DOS.
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My loved one's soul has gone away
To breathe
beyond the sun,
Has turned her sequel to the sky
Since earthly
chores be done.
Immortal is her cottage there,
But in this
hard gray stone
I fill her chiseled name with tears
Because she is
alone,-
Or should she, just beyond my sight,
With joyful
comrades be,
Who, having left this dark behind,
Embrace
eternity?
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