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beautiful, tragical faces
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
to come so soon to this imagined dark
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
burly, dozing humble-bee
i saw the clouds among the hills
to clothe the fiery thought
leave the lovely words unsaid
let me move slowly through the street
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
listen
she knows a cheap release
love me at last, or if you will not

 



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