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[My wife and I, in our romantic cot]
My wife and I, in our romantic cot,
The world forgetting, by the world forgot,
High as the gods upon Olympus dwell,
Pleased with what things we have, and pleased as well
To wait in hope for those which we have not.
She burns in ardour for a horse to trot;
I stake my votive prayers upon a yacht;
Which shall be first remembered, who can tell,
My wife or I?
The world forgetting, by the world forgot,
High as the gods upon Olympus dwell,
Pleased with what things we have, and pleased as well
To wait in hope for those which we have not.
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I stake my votive prayers upon a yacht;
Which shall be first remembered, who can tell,
My wife or I?
Harvests of flowers o'er all our garden-plot,
She dreams; and I to enrich a darker spot
My unprovided cellar; both to swell
Our narrow cottage huge as a hotel,
Where portly friends may come and share the lot—
Of wife and I.
She dreams; and I to enrich a darker spot
My unprovided cellar; both to swell
Our narrow cottage huge as a hotel,
Where portly friends may come and share the lot—
Of wife and I.
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