She knew him where the olives grew:
 A garden in Elysium --
 An older world, a younger heart,
 Seems now, there's only tedium --

 Do you, or have you, understood
 Regret, so bland and so mundane,
 That covers gardens in our minds
 Like hers, with an indifferent, light


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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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