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in the dark and peace of my final bed
see, from this counterfeit of him
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
he came and took me by the hand
backward, turn backward
be not angry with me
i burn no incense
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
out of me unworthy and unknown
i do not pray for peace
when i returned at sunset
will you glimmer on the sea?
to clothe the fiery thought

 



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