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MODELS
To Marna.
So memory and imagination bringTheir beauty to my dreams—for some I knew,
And some I guessed at, looking at the blue
Of the elusive sea and wondering.
Dear women with vain beauty vanishing,
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And try if I may catch some little clew
To understand their mystery as I sing.
Dear women loved in fancy or indeed,
Dear loves and loves of dreams, I set them there
To find one note of all they echo of;—
But of such easel hours take thou no heed,
No, though I stripped their flushing spirits bare.
My models they, but only thou my love.
August, 1898.
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