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The Curse at Farewell
THE CURSE AT FAREWELL
Was this a student’s work? This your stern vow?
When, with my empty basket in my hand,
Laughingly { would come at dawn, and stand
Beside you as you read, why would you fling
Your books asile to greet me, worshipping
With dew-drenched flowers full-blown? Or, when [ went
Watering our creepers, seeing me tired and spent
In the hot afternoon, why would you take
My pitcher from me? Why would you forsake
Your precious books to pet my fawn? Oh, why,
When evening on the river silently
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