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50 And her peal

Of laughter will ring far, and as she tries

For freedom I will call her names of flowers

That climb up walls; then thro' the twilight hours

We'll talk about the loves of ancient queens,

And kisses like wasp-honey, false and sweet,

And how we are entangled in love's snares

Like wind-looped flowers.