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all those treasures that lie
i stood by the open casement
love me at last, or if you will not
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
melancholy days have come
i can not tell you now
where shall i find you
are you awake?
i love my hour of wind and light
backward, turn backward
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred

 



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