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one may often let things go so crudely we would be ashamed | one may often let things go so crudely we would be ashamed | ||
of them after, but as to the expression of my sentiments, I feel | of them after, but as to the expression of my sentiments, I feel | ||
differently. | differently. This is mine for you. | ||
For New Friends and Good. | For New Friends and Good. | ||
Chicago has given me [[lavishly?]] for my [[puck?]], | Chicago has given me [[lavishly?]] for my [[puck?]], | ||
Bundles of hours, clocked by time and smoke | Bundles of hours, clocked by time and smoke | ||
I leave made off with friendship, | |||
taken kindness in my | taken kindness in my sack | ||
Found sunshine for my gloom, and for my needs the cloak | Found sunshine for my gloom, and for my needs the cloak | ||
Of happiness that smothers memories that [[wrack?]] | Of happiness that smothers memories that [[wrack?]] | ||
Absconder I am with this chest of grainless oak: | |||
Your hospitality (urge for me come back) | |||
to make return to you of my thefts dear, generous folk. | |||
I think I cannot carry all these to the West. | |||
Oh, perhaps I can if I unload a song. | |||
I'll leave it here that you will remember me. | |||
Of the wealth I have. I know it is the West. | |||
I shall not need it as I go along | |||
for I have a song of you in memory. | |||
Latest revision as of 20:27, 14 April 2020
For Judge Bregstone and Mrs Bregstone June 3, I do not write casual poems as they are called because one may often let things go so crudely we would be ashamed of them after, but as to the expression of my sentiments, I feel differently. This is mine for you. For New Friends and Good. Chicago has given me lavishly? for my puck?, Bundles of hours, clocked by time and smoke I leave made off with friendship, taken kindness in my sack Found sunshine for my gloom, and for my needs the cloak Of happiness that smothers memories that wrack? Absconder I am with this chest of grainless oak: Your hospitality (urge for me come back) to make return to you of my thefts dear, generous folk. I think I cannot carry all these to the West. Oh, perhaps I can if I unload a song. I'll leave it here that you will remember me. Of the wealth I have. I know it is the West. I shall not need it as I go along for I have a song of you in memory.