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mother daughter poem

had he and i but met
rising moon has hid the stars
let us plant
in halls of sleep you wandered by
on and on
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
there is no flock, however watched and tended
all those treasures that lie
here lies a most beautiful lady
a look is but a ray
i have heard them in the night
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
shadows lay along broadway

 



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