Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Day Sixteen

His Picture

Here take my picture, though I bid farewell;
Thine in my heart, where my soul dwells, shall dwell.
'Tis like me now, but I dead, 'twill be more
When we are shadows both, than 'twas before.

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