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![]() Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. |
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![]() Than Triumph, turn away And like a laughing string Whereon mad fingers play Amid a place of stone, Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult. |
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![]() So let her think opinions are accursed. |
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