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you are my companion
sweet with fern and rose
the air is full of dawn and spring
under dusky laurel leaf
winged shadows sweeping by
my son is dead and i am going blind
beautiful, tragical faces
i have seen the proudest stars
wheel me down by the meadow
little park that i pass through
i said
made up of loveliness alone
glass-blower of time
roses and gold

 



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