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Beyond

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Far beyond, far beyond,

Deeper than the glassy pond,

My shivering spirit sits and weeps

And never sleeps.

Like the autumn dove that grieves,

Darkly hid in dove-like leaves,

So I moan within a woe

None may know.

Poems, and The Spring of Joy

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