To be read alongside 654573433 by aleksandra88.
[Excerpt from an unfinished work:]
For many a faded autumn did this stately Penelope wait,
though pining in heart, wasting in body, dimming in mind.
Was it not She who attended, till insipid day grew late,
that point that consorted with the sea, both so unkind?
M.M. — November MMXI
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