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- HE GIVES HIS BELOVED CERTAIN RHYMES
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- FASTEN your hair with a golden pin,
- And bind up every wandering tress;
- I bade my heart build these poor rhymes:
- It worked at them, day out, day in,
- Building a sorrowful loveliness
- Out of the battles of old times.
- You need but lift a pearl-pale hand,
- And bind up your long hair and sigh;
- And all men's hearts must burn and beat;
- And candle-like foam on the dim sand,
- And stars climbing the dew-dropping sky,
- Live but to light your passing feet.
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