I've a kindred spirit who's embedded in the page
Whispering in black and white, she's dear despite her age
We've a common temperament, a single bent of mind
Self-same visions of the world, identical in kind 

Through the page she speaks to me and twins what I express
Notwithstanding centuries, she says what I mean best.


January 1st, 2017
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Upon relishing Middlemarch by George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans)