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The Curse at Farewell
THE EURSE AT FAREWELL
Playmate,’ if there was one whose singing, say,
Rejoiced you; or, on such and such a day,
One passed perchance, the flutter of whose dress
Troubled your mind with waves of happi- ness—
Your heart was pleased, your cyes were satisfied—
Oh, let that glimpse still beautiful abide !
Oh, when your leisure falls, remember this,
There, in your home of paradisal bliss !
How oft within this wood the circling rim
Of the horizon suddenly grew dim
With Ashar’s * blue, shagged tresses—the dense troop,
The new clouds of the cool, green Rains, would swoop,
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