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I Thought, Before My Sunlit Twentieth Year

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I thought, before my sunlit twentieth year,     That I knew Love, and Death that goes with it;     And my young broken heart in little songs,     Dew-like, I poured, and waited for my end     Wildly - and waited - being then nineteen.     I walked a little longer on my way,     Alive, 'gainst expectation and desire,     And, being then past twenty, I beheld     The face of all the faces of the world     Dewily opening on its stem for me.     Ah! so it seemed, and, each succeeding year,     Thus hath some woman blossom of the divine     Flowered in my path, and made a frail delay     In my true journey - to my home in thee.     October 27, 1911.

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