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suicide poem

now while my lips are living
she might have known it in the earlier spring
these be
in his guarded tent
be in me as the eternal moods
and how could you dream of meeting
a storm is riding on the tide
high walls and huge
the light withdrawn
there is no escape by the river
and breaketh bread no more
the meadow was creeping
little gate was reached at last

 



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