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fall poem

once this soft turf
weak-winged is song
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
melancholy, blue it was
lady, your heart has turned to dust
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
high-born race
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
you are beautiful and faded
tell me not
up to her chamber window
i love my hour of wind and light
she might have known it in the earlier spring

 



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