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see, from this counterfeit of him
melancholy, blue it was
under a spreading chestnut tree
she limps with halting painful pace
out of the window a sea of green trees
a few more windy days
tripping up, falling down
little park that i pass through
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
there are three ways in which men take
shadows lay along broadway
splendid and terrible your love
if i were very sure