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We stood by a pond that winter day, |
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And the sun was white, as though chidden of God, |
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And a few leaves lay on the starving sod; |
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They had fallen from an ash, and were gray. |
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Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove |
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Over tedious riddles of years ago; |
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And some words played between us to and fro |
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On which lost the more by our love. |
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The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing |
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Alive enough to have strength to die; |
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And a grin of bitterness swept thereby |
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Like an ominous bird a-wing. |
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Since then, keen lessons that love deceives, |
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And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me |
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Your face, and the God-curst sun, and a tree, |
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And a pond edged with grayish leaves. |
