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KINDRED

What inequality!
The apple trees and stones
Are kindred. Love, the stormy æons
Have made my spirit bleak and grey.

Like sun-emblazoned leaves
Or blossoms in the spring,
Your loveliness, o'ershadowing,
A garland for my spirit weaves.

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