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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse

I can not tell you now;
 * When the wind's drive and whirl
 * Blow me along no longer,
 * And the wind's a whisper at last—

Maybe I'll tell you then— some other time.


 * When the rose's flash to the sunset
 * Reels to the wrack and the twist,