Saturday, February 19, 2011

Christine

Christine:
   My news from home read at your table, mixing your
strange enchantment with the old familiar, makes all
familiar at once, and friendliness dwell with comfort in
your magic.
   So magic dwells in everything I know.
   And how shall I walk the world unstirred anymore, any
place -- since because of you everything is wonder?

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