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How joy within your heart, a wanderer long
Outwearied now had come, a nesting bird, And folded there his wings, too glad for song;
And so I knew at last that you had heard Through the long miles of gray sea-folding mist
Soft as the breast of some glad nesting dove, From gray lips grown articulate, twilight-kissed
All the secret of my unuttered love. |
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THE SORROW OF LOVE
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WHISPERED my great sorrow To every listening sedge; And they bent, bowed with my sorrow Down to the water's edge.
But she stands and laughs lightly
To see me sorrow so Like the light winds that laughing
Across the water go.
If I could tell the bright ones
That quiet-hearted move, They would bend down like the sedges
With the sorrow of love. |
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But she stands laughing lightly Who all my sorrow knows,
Like the little wind that laughing Across the water blows. |
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