As the sea-crow to her called.)

Palely she took it—did it give

Ease there against her breast?

(Dead—dead she swooned, but I cannot live,

And dead I shall not rest.)

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INTIMATION

All night I smiled as I slept,

For I heard the March-wind feel

Blindly about in the trees without

For buds to heal.

All night in dreams, for I smelt,

In the rain-wet woods and fields,

The coming flowers and the glad green hours

That summer yields.

All night—and when at dawn

I woke with the blue-bird's cheep,

Winter with all its chill and pall

Seemed but a sleep.

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