Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher
Swept off his tall hat to the Squire’s own daughter,
So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly
Singing about her head as she rode by.
– Robert Graves
Love Without Hope
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Love this one. Glad to see you posting again