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baby poem

i am a woman
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
out of the deep and the dark
listen to the sounding sea
he came and took me by the hand
the air is full of dawn and spring
days endeared to every muse
gone are the three, those sisters rare
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
master of human destinies am i
roses and gold
their beautiful hair
eighty years have passed, and more

 



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