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father poem

a storm is riding on the tide
up to her chamber window
since i have felt the sense of death
doubtless i remember still
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
i am fevered
when, full of warm and eager love
happiness
my sorrow, when she's here with me

 



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