October 2, 2005
I got this in a spam message a while ago. It is beautiful poetry.

one, and had reduced his private means, if they ever had been great She
told me that she made a last request to me, and left me a last
doors, and give me what-not fur to eat and drink, and show me where We must meet
reverses boldly, and not suffer them to frighten us,
I thought him looking as villainous as ever, and I replied that I
encourage yourself – that you are engaged to a poor man –
I had not walked out far enough to be quite clear of the town, upon someone else as I can
now understand it was, but was not so