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The Song of Nimue
TO NIMUE by: Wilfrid Scawen Blunt I had clean forgotten all, her face who had caused my trouble. Gone was she as a cloud, as a bird which passed in the wind, as a glittering stream-borne bubble, As a shadow set by a ship on the sea, where the sail looks down on its double. I had laid her face to the wall, on the shelf where my fancies sleep. I had laid my pain in its grave, in its rose-leaf passionless grave, with the things I had dared not keep. I had left it there. I had dried my tears. I had said, "Ah, why should I weep?" I have fled to the fields, the plains, the desert places...
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