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THE LOVE CHILD (To B.)

Don Juan roamed the summer sky

A shady cloud of gray

But this dull attire

Hid a heart of fire

In quest of romance stray.

Vision

A lovely golden sunbeam

Shining from above

Came radiant by

And caught the eye

Of this vagabond of love.

Delusion

In wild tempestuous wooing

He kissed her heart away

All in a jest

It was the quest

Of the cloud on a summer’s day.

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