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Amy Lowell - Crepuscule du Matin
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All night I wrestled with a memory 
 Which knocked insurgent at the gates of thought. 
 The crumbled wreck of years behind has wrought 
Its disillusion; now I only cry 
For peace, for power to forget the lie 
 Which hope too long has whispered. So I sought 
 The sleep which would not come, and night was fraught 
With old emotions weeping silently. 
I heard your voice again, and knew the things 
 Which you had promised proved an empty vaunt. 
I felt your clinging hands while night`s broad wings 
Cherished our love in darkness. From the lawn 
 A sudden, quivering birdnote, like a taunt. 
My arms held nothing but the empty dawn.
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