[BNP/E3, 49B2 – 40]

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|How great a thing is thought |

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Sonnet XII.

When with expectant gaze I strive to scan

     What coming days will bring, what man shall be

     What end to earth shall come, if shall the sea

All shrink to nought; or if far greater man

Shall ever die; when I attempt to span

     Tremendous gaps of time, and think to me

     What When my own end shall come, when I shall see

Earth, joy and whether all fade in future wan;

Then I reflect how foolish is my thought

     How useless too; why see unhappiness

     By fond attempts at things uncoming yet;

     Or good or bad, what ever shall be brought

     By future days I care not, more or less

Let God alone decide and I forget.

Nonsense Useless 

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F. A. N. Pessôa 

I am calm! 

Why Why Why Wait? 

C. R. Anon. C. R. Anon. 

F.A.N. Pessôa

Nov 17th 03. Trigonometry McKenzie

Mis. Exs. K.

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