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Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew
On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
In timely sleep. Let thy west wing sleep on
The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes
w.b.
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Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
s.t.
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You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth
-r.mr.