i shall go back again to the bleak shore,
and build a little shanty in the sand
in such a way that the extremest band
of brittle seaweed will escape my door
but by a yard or two; and nevermore
will i return to take you by the hand
for i shall be gone to what i understand,
and happier than i ever was before.
the love that stood a moment in your eyes,
the
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