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christmas poem

gloom
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
i have to say good-night
see, from this counterfeit of him
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
a little peach in the orchard grew
were it not for that singular smell
tell me less or tell me more
as a white candle
splendid and terrible your love
she knows a cheap release
with lips blood red and heart of stone

 



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