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here falls no light
sweet splendor
she might have known it in the earlier spring
risen from the dead
braided and woven
in halls of sleep you wandered by
listen to the sounding sea
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
out of the window a sea of green trees
a storm is riding on the tide
why are the things that have no death
weak-winged is song

 



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