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halloween poem

do i like it
so lost
the pale day drowses on the western steep
stir
under a spreading chestnut tree
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
i am dying
this is the arsenal
sing again the song you sung
if i were very sure
sad are they who know not love

 



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