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so lost
backward, turn backward
beneath my window in a city street
of sun nor stars
and breaketh bread no more
up from the meadows rich with corn
i heard the wind all day
daughter, thou art come to die
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
it was a tall young oysterman
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
as it

 



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