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fall poem

this ancient silver bowl of mine
when i looked into your eyes
and breaketh bread no more
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
i can not tell you now
in all things not spoken of
it was many and many a year ago
through the broad earth's aching breast
when i was a boy at college
high-born race

 



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