Writing
by: William Allingham (1824-1889)
A man who keeps a diary, pays
Due toll to many tedious days;
But life becomes eventful--then
His busy hand forgets the pen.
Most books, indeed, are records less
Of fulness than of emptiness
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A Gravestone
A Memory
A Seed
Aeolian Harp
Amy Margaret's Five Year Old
Places And Men
Boy, The
Wayside Flowers
On A Forenoon of Spring
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