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    "text": "Stand on the highest pavement of the stair⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "Lean on a garden urn⁠—",
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    "text": "Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair⁠—",
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    "text": "Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise⁠—",
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    "text": "Fling them to the ground and turn",
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    "text": "With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:",
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    "text": "But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.",
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    "text": "So I would have had him leave,",
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    "text": "So I would have had her stand and grieve,",
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    "text": "So he would have left",
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    "text": "As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised,",
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    "text": "As the mind deserts the body it has used.",
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    "text": "I should find",
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    "text": "Some way incomparably light and deft,",
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    "text": "Some way we both should understand,",
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    "text": "Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.",
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    "text": "She turned away, but with the autumn weather",
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    "text": "Compelled my imagination many days,",
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    "text": "Many days and many hours:",
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    "text": "Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.",
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    "text": "And I wonder how they should have been together!",
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    "text": "I should have lost a gesture and a pose.",
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    "text": "Sometimes these cogitations still amaze",
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    "text": "The troubled midnight and the noon’s repose.",
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