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Katharine Tynan - Farewell
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  Not soon shall I forget--a sheet
  Of golden water, cold and sweet,
  The young moon with her head in veils
  Of silver, and the nightingales.

  A wain of hay came up the lane--
  O fields I shall not walk again,
  And trees I shall not see, so still
  Against a sky of daffodil!

  Fields where my happy heart had rest,
  And where my heart was heaviest,
  I shall remember them at peace
  Drenched in moon-silver like a fleece.

  The golden water sweet and cold,
  The moon of silver and of gold,
  The dew upon the gray grass-spears,
  I shall remember them with tears.
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