Days Of 1903

 I never found them again -- the things so quickly lost.
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the poetic eyes, the pale
face.
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 in the dusk of the street.
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I never found them again -- the things acquired quite by chance,
that I gave up so lightly;
and that later in agony I wanted.

The poetic eyes, the pale face,
those lips, I never found again.

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