Starfield Polka Dot Dress Shirt for Men

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The closest you can get to looking like a well-ordered, walking starfield. Some say they are white just polka dots. What do they know? (Allow 2-4 weeks of processing.)


    By Emily Bronte

    Ah! why, because the dazzling sun

    Restored our Earth to joy,

    Have you departed, every one,

    And left a desert sky?


    All through the night, your glorious eyes

    Were gazing down in mine,

    And, with a full heart's thankful sighs,

    I blessed that watch divine.


    I was at peace, and drank your beams

    As they were life to me;

    And revelled in my changeful dreams,

    Like petrel on the sea.


    Thought followed thought, star followed star,

    Through boundless regions, on;

    While one sweet influence, near and far,

    Thrilled through, and proved us one!


    Why did the morning dawn to break

    So great, so pure, a spell;

    And scorch with fire the tranquil cheek,

    Where your cool radiance fell?


    Blood-red, he rose, and, arrow-straight,

    His fierce beams struck my brow;

    The soul of nature sprang, elate,

    But mine sank sad and low!


    My lids closed down, yet through their veil

    I saw him, blazing, still,

    And steep in gold the misty dale,

    And flash upon the hill.


    I turned me to the pillow, then,

    To call back night, and see

    Your worlds of solemn light, again,

    Throb with my heart, and me!


    It would not do--the pillow glowed,

    And glowed both roof and floor;

    And birds sang loudly in the wood,

    And fresh winds shook the door;


    The curtains waved, the wakened flies

    Were murmuring round my room,

    Imprisoned there, till I should rise,

    And give them leave to roam.


    Oh, stars, and dreams, and gentle night;

    Oh, night and stars, return!

    And hide me from the hostile light

    That does not warm, but burn;


    That drains the blood of suffering men;

    Drinks tears, instead of dew;

    Let me sleep through his blinding reign,

    And only wake with you!

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