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William Barnes
William Barnes
But no. Too soon I voun’ my charm abroke.
Noo comely soul in white like her—
Noo soul a-steppen light like her—
An’ nwone o’ comely height like her—
Went by; but all my grief agean awoke.
-William Barnes
December 29, 2009
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