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Sunday, December 21st, 2003
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1:14p - Rant on magic, part two.
And, as always, the Swinburne poem part first...
This is from "Love at Sea."
Where shall we land you, sweet?
On fields of strange men's feet,
Or fields near home?
Or where the fire-flowers blow,
Or where the flowers of snow
Or flowers of foam?
We are in love's hand to-day —
Land me, she says, where love
Shows but one shaft, one dove,
One heart, one hand.
— A shore like that, my dear,
Lies where no man will steer,
No maiden land.
( Irritating things in amateur fantasy: Magic, part two )
That was fun.
current mood:  amused
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