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young men will
Ah! to think it a year
since I dreamed dreams, you slept sound,
we danced under a Southern cross with a black crown.
And the stars kept time,
their dull light diamonds to shine.
Oh, and to wake in your bed -
unmade, dirtied by some silly boy
who dreamed dreams in his hollow head.
And that winter bird, warm,
perched in the doorway
Her breast beating,
my breath fleeting.
The blue eyes,
that last curious glance.
My love lies underground.
I better dig fast.
