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good bye poem

there is an hour of peaceful rest
the air is full of dawn and spring
this is the song of youth
i burn no incense
the meadow was creeping
just now
in your arms was still delight
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
high-born race
long ago, in the young moonlight
beside a stricken field
up from the meadows rich with corn
pharaoh, king of egypt's land

 



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