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At perfect utterance of content and ease. THE SONG OF

Sent on 08/30/09 02:24 PM

Night To a strange stream, and by an unknown ford Stands, and for a moment yearns and shrinks, Being ignorant of the water, though so quiet it is, So softly murmurous, So silvered by the familiar moon. TO MY DAUGHTER O little one, daughter, my dearest,...