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" The predominacy of custom is every
" where visible, it sounds as a man
" would wonder to hear man profess,
" protest, engage, give great words, and
" then do just as they have done before,
" as though they were dead images and
" moved only by the wheels of custom."
Francis BACON.


My Hopes white-plumed, in valiant mail.
Have beaten at her heart grown pale
— Have failed, as all proud hopes must fail —
Lower the mast, fold up the sail.
In vain we faced the high-winged gale
And laughed as those whom Gods assail.
The reefs near port now crush our bark,
The jealous hounds of habit bark
On land. As children in the dark
My Lady shudders in the veil
Of her meek hair — shall naught prevail?
And only fears their echo find
Within her torn and timid mind?

Helplessly, my courage tears
To free her of the doubts she wears
Closer than Life... Yet Time prepares
The end of all things... Melt, my tears!
And flow as bitter as the sea
Over my drowning Love and me!

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