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sad death poem

as it
it was a tall young oysterman
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
quietly, with reverance, in awe
those black eyes i once so praised
this is the song of youth
sweet and strong
the ancient songs
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
death's nobility again
had he and i but met

 



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