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August 27, 2009 in Poems | No comments
Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here. Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed –
That when the snow creeps slowly From off his chamber door – Daisies point the way there – And the Troubadour.
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