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apr 25 - “Now it is late. The tracks leading home are steep, The stars and landmarks in your country are strange.”

apr 24 - “Ah, surely I must go!
For there the tides, moon-haunted, ebb and flow;
And there the seaboard murmurs resonant;
The waves their interwoven fugue repeat
And brooding surges beat
A slow, melodious, continual chant.”

apr 23 - “Will ye no come back again?
Better lo'ed ye canna be,
Will ye no come back again?”

apr 22 - “If love for love thou wilt na gie,
At least be pity on me shown”

apr 21 - “I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.”

apr 20 - “The whole train is an egg and I'm inside it”

apr 19 - “Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, That fate is thine - no distant date”

apr 18 - “It is not in the sorrow of the deep, For sunset's magic turns to pearls her tears”

apr 17 - “Loud the wind howls, loud the waves roar, Thunderclaps rend the air
Baffled our foes, stand by the shore
Follow they will not dare”

apr 16 - “For mony a heart thou hast made sair That ne'er did wrong to thine or thee.”