My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
And yet they seem alive and quivering
Against my tremulous hands which loose the string
And let them drop down on my knee to-night.
This said, 'he wished to have me in his sight
Once, as a friend: this fixed a day in spring
To come and touch my hand . . . a simple thing,
Yet I wept for it! 'this, . . . the paper's light . . .
Said, Dear, I love
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Sonnet 28: My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
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