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high-born race
love me at last, or if you will not
i said, i have shut my heart
now while my lips are living
look out upon the stars, my love
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
just now
there was a time in former years
the pale day drowses on the western steep

 



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