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come down at dawn from windless hills
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
earth travails
calm as that second summer
daughter, thou art come to die
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
therefore i may not
he speaks not well
i can not tell you now
my soul is a dark ploughed field
i gazed upon the glorious sky

 



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