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romantic poem

i stood by the open casement
quietly, with reverance, in awe
glooms of the live-oaks
i cannot always feel his greatness
see, they return
i fill this cup
there were three in the meadow by the brook
in the sphere
sun and wind and beat of sea
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
gone before us
as evening falls

 



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