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Alan Seeger - Written In A Volume Of The Comtesse De Noailles
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Be my companion under cool arcades 
That frame some drowsy street and dazzling square 
Beyond whose flowers and palm-tree promenades 
White belfries burn in the blue tropic air. 
Lie near me in dim forests where the croon 
Of wood-doves sounds and moss-banked water flows, 
Or musing late till the midsummer moon 
Breaks through some ruined abbey`s empty rose. 
Sweetest of those to-day whose pious hands 
Tend the sequestered altar of Romance, 
Where fewer offerings burn, and fewer kneel, 
Pour there your passionate beauty on my heart, 
And, gladdening such solitudes, impart 
How sweet the fellowship of those who feel!
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