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A PUPIL
While she bent
To her lesson, intent
On duty, and her eyes
Were stars for Latin,
And her sighs
To her lesson, intent
On duty, and her eyes
Were stars for Latin,
And her sighs
Gently told
That the classic of gold
Was master, I believed
That dead Catullus
Woke and grieved.
That the classic of gold
Was master, I believed
That dead Catullus
Woke and grieved.
When she came,
With her excellent flame
Of newness, and her bell
Of softened laughter,
It was well.
With her excellent flame
Of newness, and her bell
Of softened laughter,
It was well.
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