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SUSPICION

There crossed the path

Of my dream of you

A gossamer web of gray,

So soft its sheen,

Almost unseen,

But it stopped me

On my way.

Like a cold, gray granite battlement

It walled me all about,

For a cruel steel,

Was in the feel

Of the silken web of doubt.

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THE SAGE (To M.)

O Gladness shining bravely

From out the eyes of youth,

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