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in an old chamber softly lit
love me at last, or if you will not
the little white prayers
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
a little peach in the orchard grew
shades of night were falling fast
under dusky laurel leaf
my sorrow, when she's here with me
she limps with halting painful pace
tell me not
there by the window in the old house
the old west, the old time
stern cold man

 



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