 | At Sunset |  |
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QUATRAINS
I
Wouldst thou on me but turn thy wondrous sight,My breast would be so flooded by thy light,
The light whose language is immortal song,
That I to all the ages should belong.
II
I gave my son a palace,And a kingdom to control;
The palace of his body,
The kingdom of his soul.
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