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LVI


It never can be mine
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To sit in the door in the sun
And watch the world go by,
A pageant and a dream;

For I was born for love,
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And fashioned for desire,
Beauty, passion, and joy,
And sorrow and unrest;

And with all things of earth
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Eternally must go,
Daring the perilous bourn
Of joyance and of death,

A strain of song by night,
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A shadow on the hill,
A hint of odorous grass,
A murmur of the sea.







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