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Ambergris
Ambergris (1910), PDF p. 14
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AMBERGRIS
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So the cliffs their Song . . . For the mist regathers,
Girds them bride-like, fit for the sun to kiss them ;
Darkness falls like dewfall about the hill-sides ;
Night is upon me.
Now to me remain in the doubtful twilight
Stretches bare of flower, but touched with whispers,
Grey with huddled rocks, and a space of woodland,
Pine-tree and poplar.
Now a stream to ford and a stile to clamber ;
Last the inn, a book, and a quiet corner . . .
Fresh as Spring, there kisses me on the forehead
Sleep, like a sister.
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