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Alone

The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.

The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name— her name-
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.

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  • lilmunchkin09
    October 18, 2004
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    this is agood poem... i think you are a good poet