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TWO MAGICS
Have they the same enchantment, these children straying
In streets where electric moonlight and scintillating rose
Shed blooms on the ashen air, as those other children
Crouched in trance under hedgerows where hawthorn thickens its snows;
In streets where electric moonlight and scintillating rose
Shed blooms on the ashen air, as those other children
Crouched in trance under hedgerows where hawthorn thickens its snows;
Or those others, who under a real moon and stars
Move to deeper wonder in themselves, who are still,
Who touch each other but gently, lest they break the magic
That makes them one with it on the night-shadowy hill.
Move to deeper wonder in themselves, who are still,
Who touch each other but gently, lest they break the magic
That makes them one with it on the night-shadowy hill.
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