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Ezra Pound - [Greek]
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Be in me as the eternal moods   
        of the bleak wind, and not   
As transient things are—   
        gaiety of flowers.   
Have me in the strong loneliness           
        of sunless cliffs   
And of gray waters.   
        Let the gods speak softly of us   
In days hereafter,   
        the shadowy flowers of Orcus    
Remember thee.
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