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To Miss Louise Olivia Hunter

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Though I turn, I fly not — I cannot depart; I would try, but try not To release my heart. And my hopes are dying While, on dreams relying, I am spelled by art.

Thus the bright snake coiling [‘]Neath the forest tree Wins the bird, beguiling, To come down and see: Like that bird the lover Round his fate will hover Till the blow is over And he sinks — like me.

February 14.

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