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                   ACROSTIC: AROUND MY LONELY HEARTH TO-NIGHT               
                                                                            
                                by Lewis Carroll                            
                                                                            
                                                                            
                                                                            
                                                                            
                                                                            
                                                                            
                                                                            
                                                                            
                                                                            
                                                                            
                                 
		ACROSTIC: AROUND MY LONELY HEARTH TO-NIGHT                                  
                                                                           
              AROUND my lonely hearth to-night,                             
                Ghostlike the shadows wander:                               
              Now here, now there, a childish sprite,                       
              Earthborn and yet as angel bright,                            
                Seems near me as I ponder.                                  
                                                                           
              Gaily she shouts: the laughing air                            
                Echoes her note of gladness-                                
              Or bends herself with earnest care                            
              Round fairy-fortress to prepare                               
              Grim battlement or turret-stair-                              
                In childhood's merry madness!                               
                                                                           
              New raptures still hath youth in store.                       
                Age may but fondly cherish                                  
              Half-faded memories of yore-                                  
              Up, craven heart! repine no more!                             
              Love stretches hands from shore to shore:                     
                Love is, and shall not perish!                              
                                                                         
                               THE END