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i shake my hair in the wind of morning
the poets tell
at dawn, he said
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
as a white candle
there are gains for all our losses
in an old chamber softly lit
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
glooms of the live-oaks
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true

 



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