DISTANCE
Were you to cross the world, my dear,
To work or love or fight,
I coud be calm and wistful here,
And close my eyes at night.
It were a sweet and gallant pain
To be a sea apart;
But, oh, to have you down the lane
Is bitter to my heart.
Taken from:
The Portable Dorothy Parker; Penguin Classics 2006
Sunday
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