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Rupert Brooke - The Dance
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As the Wind, and as the Wind,
    In a corner of the way,
Goes stepping, stands twirling,
Invisibly, comes whirling,
Bows before, and skips behind,
  In a grave, an endless play—

So my Heart, and so my Heart,
    Following where your feet have gone,
Stirs dust of old dreams there;
He turns a toe; he gleams there,
Treading you a dance apart.
  But you see not. You pass on.
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