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no prey am i of poor thoughts
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
a mile behind
dark-eyed
and still they walked on
of sun nor stars
babylon-where i go dreaming
under dusky laurel leaf
do not turn your head
melancholy, blue it was
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness

 



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