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she must go back, she said
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
of sun nor stars
desolate and lone
i never knew the earth had so much gold
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
rocked in the cradle of the deep
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
could we but know
he came and took me by the hand
and how could you dream of meeting
have we no shame?