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Doria

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 grey waters.
Let the gods speak softly of us
In days hereafter,
The shadowy flowers of Orcus
Remember thee.
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