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(Saccharine; genus—Wait! am I assified?
Do I forget how the maple is classified?),
While the setting sun spread a mirror of dew
From which to reflect soft rays—on you!
And I suffered from curious perturbations
(Pectoral, taking the form of pulsations)
Which never as yet have been given a name;
For never as yet have conditions the same
Combined to arouse in the human breast
A similar state of excited unrest.

My theory is that, subjecting my mind
Too completely to yours, they have intertwined;
And while I am chained to themes unprolific,
You, I suppose, have become scientific.

‘T is very disquieting. Can you suggest
Some remedy that, at the least, we might test?
I’m almost unhinged, while you have attained
The knowledge for which I have struggled and strained—
A knowledge to you but a burden, a care.
Its loss means for me scientific despair,
Through which I discern a strange suspicion
(Not founded on reason, but intuition)
That, somehow or other, our minds’ delinquity
May be ascribed to a lack of propinquity.

— Walter D. Robinson (Century Magazine, 1897)

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Nannette is just the dearest girl;
To her I vow my love and duty;—
From slipper-tip to shining curl—
She’s my ideal of dainty beauty.

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