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short love poem

there is no flock, however watched and tended
if i should die, think only this of me
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
rising moon has hid the stars
above them all, looking down
a life on the ocean wave
the arches of the red bridge
let a joy keep you
i have heard them in the night
star-dust and vaporous light
to clothe the fiery thought

 



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