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To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (6169)	9/22/2000 9:33:19 PM
From: Volsi Mimir	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 13018

L'Impossible ~Jules LaForgue(1860-1887)---a short life. Tonight I may die. Rain, wind, sun will scatter everywhere my heart, my nerves, my marrow. All will be over for me. Neither sleep nor awakening. I shall not have been out there among the stars. In every direction, I know, on those distant worlds, Are similar pilgrims of pale solitudes, extending us their hands across the gentle dark, Sister Humanities dreaming in multitudes. Yes, brothers everywhere. That I know, I know. And all alone like us. Trembling in sadness, They beckon to us at night. Ah, shall we never go? We would console one another in our great distress. The stars, it is certain, will one day meet, Heralding perhaps that universal dawn Now sung by those beggars with caste marks of thought, A fraternal outcry will be raised against God. Alas, before that time, rain, wind, sun Will have lost in the distance my heart, my nerves, my marrow. All will be done without me. Neither dream or awakening, I shall not have been among the gentle stars

To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (6169)	9/23/2000 3:13:21 AM
From: 2MAR$	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 13018

~Song of Finis~ ...At the end of all the ages A knight sate on his steed ...His armour red and thin with rust His soul from sorrow freed ...And he lifted up his visor From a face of skin and bone ...His horse turned head and whinnied As the twain stood there alone ...No bird above that steep of time sang of a live~long quest... ...No wind breathed: Rest! "Lone for an end" cried Knight to steed ...and loosed an eager rein Then charged with his challenge into space ...And quiete did quiete remain ~ Walter de la Mare ~ ~~~~~~~*~~*~