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| Joaquin Miller's Poems | ||
It could close no more, but it clang'd on the ground,
Like the fall of a knight, with an ominous sound,
And she shook her hair and she cried “Alas!
That love should come and liberty pass;”
And she cried, “Alas! to be cursed ... and bless'd
For the nights of love and noons of rest.”
Like the fall of a knight, with an ominous sound,
And she shook her hair and she cried “Alas!
That love should come and liberty pass;”
And she cried, “Alas! to be cursed ... and bless'd
For the nights of love and noons of rest.”
| Joaquin Miller's Poems | ||