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Poem	A glint of her hair or a flash of her shoulder — That is the most I can boast to have seen, Then all is lost as the shadows enfold her, Forest glades making a screen of their green, Could I cast off all the cares of tomorrow— Could I forget all the fret of today Then, my heart free from the burdens I borrow, Nature’s chaste spirit her face would display.
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