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hard is the world that does not give to every love a place 3

Thy voice, as tender as the light That shivers low at eve – Thy hair, where myriad flashes bright Do in and outward weave – Thy charms in their diversity Half frighten and astonish me. Thine eyes, that hold a mirth subdued Like deep pools scattering fire – Mine dare not meet them in their […]

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