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The Parting

Maurice Henry Hewlett

Breathless was she and would not have us part:
"Adieu, my Saint," I said, "'tis come to this."
But she leaned to me, one hand at her heart,
And all her soul sighed trembling in a kiss.

(C) Maurice Henry Hewlett
03/10/2020


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