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angel poem

uplifting, as the wind blew
when the hours of day are numbered
their beautiful hair
now that i have cooled to you
one sweetly solemn thought
babylon-where i go dreaming
there is an hour of peaceful rest
daughter, thou art come to die
burly, dozing humble-bee
i said, i have shut my heart
here falls no light
blossoms of babies
softly now the light of day

 



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