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288 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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How every high and lonely thought that thrills my spirit through
Is but a shining berry dropped down through the purple air,
And from the magic tree of life the fruit falls everywhere. |
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DIVIDED
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N childhood days we were not apart: One spirit breathed in your heart and my heart; It flowed through us in our childhood days As hosts that march through the broad highways.
The ancient magic is over and dead For Love awoke and the voices fled ; We know no more of the superhuman : 1 am a man and you are a woman. |
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INHERITANCE
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S flow the rivers to the sea Adown from rocky hill or plain, A thousand ages toiled for thee And gave thee harvest of their grain; And weary myriads of yore Dug out for thee earth's buried lore.
The shadowy toilers for thee fought,
In chaos of primeval day, Blind battles with they knew not what; |
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