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Statement to the Society for Psychical Research (SPR):
On
July 21st,
1984, I had started my shift at 3am, doing a lookout known among the
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Cold is
the air - still are the trees -
the clouds
are streaked with red;
hushed are
the birds as dusk descends
and here
you lay your head.
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Spirited
upon your wings,
reveries
bring boundless things;
with a
pinch the sprightly fairy
blithely
lures me while unwary,
guiding me
with t..
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Philip returns to an office block to urgently pick up something he'd left from a previous visit, but mysterious things gets in his way.
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The
bee-loved foxgloves could not charm the mead -
geraniums
their full-lipped petals fend
against
first frosts - bright roses not ascend
the
c..
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Old tales of knights and honour I have turned:
sat at baronial tables, seen a hall -
through plots I've overheard - now rise, now fall -spied clois..
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Disturb
her not - she is not far;
she hears
our voices - have no doubt.
Death does
not her beauty mar -
not blow her candle wholly out.
Her..
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The
sky is charged; a veil of frozen dew
enshrouds
the earth; the distant hilltops wear
the
evening's pall of sullen, sable hue.
Still
is the w..
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Away with
Loneness - he whose winter bites,
who haunts
the wasted wilderness and shores,
born in
thunder on the misty moors;
who, bred
by wolve..
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