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I saw how all the trembling ages past, Moulded to her by deep and deeper breath, Near'd to the hour when Beauty breathes her last And knows herself in death.
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T. STURGE MOORE
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I "CLOWERS nodding gaily, scent in air, ^ Flowers posied, flowers for the hair,
Sleepy flowers, flowers bold to stare '
4 O pick me some ! '
1 Shells with lip, or tooth, or bleeding gum, Tell-tale shells, and shells that whisper Come,
Shells that stammer, blush, and yet are dumb '
1 O let me hear/
' Eyes so black they draw one trembling near, Brown eyes, caverns flooded with a tear,
Cloudless eyes, blue eyes so windy clear *
- O look at me!'
- Kisses sadly blown across the sea,
Darkling kisses, kisses fair and free, Bob-a-cherry kisses 'neath a tree '
' O give me one ! '
��Thus sang a king and queen in Babylon.
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