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Sunday, May 26, 2013

whispering

If only for the waking moment
I could well remember then...
And all the same sad replies
From where they knew when...
This sadness seems, no spirit seeks
Of such so gentle purpose sought...
And by some occasions timeless
Where the heart must stronger sail
Should with emphasis least forsake
Nor stir the shaded brow...
Life heard the uncommon narrows
Emptied of its pervade and fire
For what so willingly arranged
In the whispering desire.

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