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 ::Now the great wheel of darkness and low clouds
 * Heaven, you say, will be a field in April
 * In the long silence of the sea
 * Tetélestai184

EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY


 * Eight Sonnets193
 * When you, that at this moment are to me
 * What's this of death, from you who never will die
 * I know I am but summer to your heart
 * Here is a wound that never will heal, I know
 * What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why
 * Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare
 * Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!
 * Say what you will, and scratch my heart to find

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