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LADY LONDON
There is a Lady LondonWhose face I hardly know.
I turned away from London
Because I feared her so.
But the whisper of young London
Goes farther than the sword—
Far across the water,
She calls to me. I go.
For my mother loved young London;
And centuries far back,
Some one walked in London
Before he found the track
Into our agéd wilderness,
Some Austen or Frazee,
Walked in foggy London
And never thought of me.
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