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within my hand i hold
renew the vision of delight
the arches of the red bridge
softly weeping
from floor to ceiling
night was black and drear
her face is fair and smooth and fine
i stood
were it not for that singular smell
i expect you
i am old and blind
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes

 



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