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1.7 KiB
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66 lines
1.7 KiB
Plaintext
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#let poem(content) = {
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set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
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align(center, block[
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#set align(left)
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#set block(breakable: false)
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#content
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])
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}
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#poem[
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#block[
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Child of the pure unclouded brow \
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#h(1em)And dreaming eyes of wonder! \
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Though time be fleet, and I and thou \
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#h(1em)Are half a life asunder, \
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Thy loving smile will surely hail \
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The love-gift of a fairy-tale.
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]
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#block[
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I have not seen thy sunny face, \
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#h(1em)Nor heard thy silver laughter; \
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No thought of me shall find a place \
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#h(1em)In thy young life's hereafter--- \
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Enough that now thou wilt not fail \
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To listen to my fairy-tale.
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]
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#block[
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A tale begun in other days, \
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#h(1em)When summer suns were glowing--- \
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A simple chime, that served to time \
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#h(1em)The rhythm of oar rowing--- \
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Whose echoes live in memory yet, \
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Though envious years would say ‘forget.'
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]
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#block[
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Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread. \
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#h(1em)With bitter tidings laden, \
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Shall summon to unwelcome bed \
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#h(1em)A melancholy maiden! \
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We are but older children, dear, \
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Who fret to find our bedtime near.
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]
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#block[
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Without, the frost, the blinding snow. \
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#h(1em)The storm-wind's moody madness--- \
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Within, the firelight's ruddy glow, \
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#h(1em)And childhood's nest of gladness. \
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The magic words shall hold thee fast: \
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Thou shalt not heed the raving blast.
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]
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#block[
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And though the shadow of a sigh \
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#h(1em)May tremble through the story, \
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For ‘happy summer days' gone by, \
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#h(1em)And vanish'd summer glory--- \
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It shall not touch with breath of bale \
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The pleasance of our fairy-tale.
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]
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]
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