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<div>Not sure why Carl sent this, but here's the full poem... and it looks interesting </div><div><a href="http://www.bartleby.com/198/1.html" target="_blank">http://www.bartleby.com/198/1.html</a></div></td></tr></tbody></table>
</blockquote><div><br></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 0, 32); "><table align="CENTER" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"><tbody><tr><td>Would it have been worth while,</td>
<td valign="TOP" align="RIGHT"><font size="-2"><a name="90"><i> 90</i></a></font></td></tr><tr><td>To have bitten off the matter with a smile,</td><td><a name="91"></a></td></tr><tr><td>To have squeezed the universe into a ball</td>
<td><a name="92"></a></td></tr><tr><td>To roll it toward some overwhelming question,<br><br><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 32); "><table align="CENTER" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"><tbody><tr><td>
“That is not what I meant at all.</td><td><a name="97"></a></td></tr><tr><td> That is not it, at all.”<br><br><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 32); "><table align="CENTER" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0">
<tbody><tr><td>I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;</td><td><a name="83"></a></td></tr><tr><td>I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,</td><td><a name="84"></a></td></tr><tr><td>And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,</td>
<td valign="TOP" align="RIGHT"><font size="-2"><a name="85"><i> 85</i></a></font></td></tr><tr><td><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 32); "><br><table align="CENTER" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0">
<tbody><tr><td>“That is not what I meant at all.</td><td><a name="97"></a></td></tr><tr><td> That is not it, at all.”</td></tr></tbody></table></span></td></tr></tbody></table></span></td></tr></tbody></table></span></td>
</tr></tbody></table></span><div> </div><div><br></div><div>That poem and much more make me think of another poem... as with the lines above, I also took more than a few liberties with the lines below:</div><div><br></div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "><dt>'T'is by our follies that so long</dt><dt>We hold the earth from heaven away.</dt><dt> </dt><dt>"These clumsy feet, still in the mire,</dt>
<dt>Go crushing blossoms without end;</dt><dt>These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust</dt><dt>Among the heart-strings of a friend.</dt><dt> </dt><dt>"The ill-timed truth we might have kept--</dt><dt>Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung?</dt>
<dt>The word we had not sense to say--</dt></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; ">Who knows how grandly it had rung!</span> </div><div><br></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "><dt>
"For our blunders -- oh, in shame</dt><dt>Before the eyes of heaven we fall;</dt><dt></dt><dt>Our faults no tenderness should ask.</dt><dt>The chastening stripes must cleanse them all.</dt><dt><br></dt><dt></dt><dt>The jester's pleading voice arose: </dt>
<dt>"O Lord,Be merciful to me, a fool!</dt><dt>The king walked apart and murmured low:</dt><dt>"Be merciful to me, a fool!"</dt></span></div></div>