| At the Well... Robert Graves... |
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To work it out even a thought better Than ever before- yet a thought rare enough To raise a sigh of wonder- That is your art (he said) but mine also Since first I fell upon the secret And sighed for wonder that our dry mouths After a world of travel Were drawn together by the same spell To drink at the same well. |
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Coincidence (she said) continues with us, Secret by secret, Love's magic being no more than abstinacy In love's perfection- Like the red apple, highest on the tree Reserved for you by me. |
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