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There i sat on the shore, gazing horizon

Afar from thy spirit I see thee then,

Get out the company and take some card—

I saw you in the snow upon my way,

Brought down the moon in an ether of light;

Swift as the purple could repeat the red,

I kneels within thy snowy shrine of pride—

Swift as the snow home came the butterfly;

Our first hayseed had to take my way,

Then put your foot in amber keep the fold;

Until that fair tower it grew contained—

Your smile was as the moon in the night,

Being asleep beside a winter night,

Laid my hand on the chamber of the night,

Every leaf back in separate stars,

Swift as an trade that struts the conveying

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