I am the pillars of the house;
The keystone of the arch am I.
Take me away, and roof and wall Would fall to ruin...
I knew not if to laugh or weep;
They sat and talked of you–
“‘Twas here he sat; ’twas this he sa...
Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:
One alone looks out o’er the snow-wreaths deep,
Watching every cloud, dreading...
By Saaheer Arman
Ah! happy he, upon whose birth each god
Looks down in love, whose earliest sleep the bright
Idalia cradles, whose young ...
There is a gentle thought that often springs
to life in me, because it speaks of you.
Its reasoning about love’s so swee...
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