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Now that I know
How passion warms little
Of flesh in the mould,
And treasure is brittle,--

I'll lie here and learn
How, over their ground
Trees make a long shadow
And a light sound.

Added: 25 Feb 2002 | Last Read: 22 Nov 2008 4:26 PM | Viewed: 2956 times

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