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baby poem

she said
this is the song of youth
i love my hour of wind and light
she must go back, she said
in the sphere
a life on the ocean wave
still thirteen years
night was black and drear
i stood by the open casement
a pen of steel
now while my lips are living
have you not heard
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
there are three ways in which men take

 



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