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i love my hour of wind and light
i do not pray for peace
babylon-where i go dreaming
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
hang no wreath
the meadow was creeping
in an old chamber softly lit
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
the air is like a butterfly
though love repine, and reason chafe
when i was broke in london
the stars fell from heaven
she limps with halting painful pace
listen to the sounding sea

 



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