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Elegy

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Since I lost you, my darling, the sky has come near,     And I am of it, the small sharp stars are quite near,     The white moon going among them like a white bird among snow-berries,     And the sound of her gently rustling in heaven like a bird I hear.     And I am willing to come to you now, my dear,     As a pigeon lets itself off from a cathedral dome     To be lost in the haze of the sky, I would like to come,     And be lost out of sight with you, and be gone like foam.     For I am tired, my dear, and if I could lift my feet,     My tenacious feet from off the dome of the earth     To fall like a breath within the breathing wind     Where you are lost, what rest, my love, what rest!

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