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i know not where
though love repine, and reason chafe
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
a pen of steel
beneath the warrior's helm
what spiteful chance steals unawares
if i were very sure
who will be naming the wind
when night drifts along the streets of the city
up to her chamber window
who is the runner in the skies
sweet with fern and rose
a few more windy days
sweet and strong

 



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