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I have a bird in spring A wounded deer leaps highest She dealt her pretty words like Blades In the peaceful west Nature - the gentlest Mother is
It keeps the nerves progressive The saddest noise, the sweetest noise I could not fix the Year - Good Night, because we must The Dark - felt beautiful -
Without external sound The Judge is like the Owl A sweep of Gray And the Juggler of Day is gone She staked her feathers - Gained an Arc
What is forbidden utterly The Pendulum begins to count - Whose limit none have ever seen And still the pensive spring returns It makes the Parting tranquil
By Processes of Size My Faith that Dark adores - To gather Paradise - If anybody's friend be dead And putting love away




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