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i have heard them in the night
lo! 'tis a gala night
i love my hour of wind and light
all those treasures that lie
thou unrelenting past
i hold your heart
this ancient silver bowl of mine
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
passing through huddled and ugly walls
when you come tonight
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
sun and wind and beat of sea
under dusky laurel leaf

 



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