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little park that i pass through
the earth keeps some vibration going
quietly, with reverance, in awe
come down at dawn from windless hills
there are three ways in which men take
love me at last, or if you will not
if it
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
i have had one fear in my life
i hold your heart
with joy and wonder
she was a beauty in the days
long has the summer sunlight shone

 



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