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this ancient silver bowl of mine
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
listen to the sounding sea
sun and wind and beat of sea
roses and gold
come down at dawn from windless hills
i despise my friends more than you
no prey am i of poor thoughts
our pleasant moments fly
at dawn, he said

 



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