Let somebody else rest by southern sea,
Enjoying the paradise land,
It's northerly here, and fall of this year,
I chose to be my girl-friend.
I've carried here the memory sure
Of my last rejecting a date -
The flame, so cold, so easy and pure,
Of my overcoming the fate.
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I've carried here the memory sure Of my last rejecting a date - The flame, so cold, so easy and pure, Of my overcoming the fate. a very fine poem