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romantic poem

the dawn was apple-green
since i have felt the sense of death
night is dark, and the winter winds
and how could you dream of meeting
is there anybody there
the pale day drowses on the western steep
long ago, in the young moonlight
softly weeping
a flying word from here and there
the poets tell
she might have known it in the earlier spring

 



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