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 THE CURSE AT FAREWELL

Was this a student’s work? This your stern vow?

When, with my empty basket in my hand,

Laughingly { would come at dawn, and stand

Beside you as you read, why would you fling

Your books asile to greet me, worshipping

With dew-drenched flowers full-blown? Or, when [ went

Watering our creepers, seeing me tired and spent

In the hot afternoon, why would you take

My pitcher from me? Why would you forsake

Your precious books to pet my fawn? Oh, why,

When evening on the river silently

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