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gothic poetry

it was a tall young oysterman
she limps with halting painful pace
from song and dream for ever gone
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
in an old chamber softly lit
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
what shall we do now
and still they walked on
who will be naming the wind

 



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