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1247	Millay, Edna St. Vincent	Second April			.txt	text/plain	8204	787	98	WEEDS THE LITTLE HILL Our loved Earth to ashes left; Little things God had forgotten As I loved that tall blue flower! Like a little frightened bird And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind And hot, and like dead mist the dry dust hangs-Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road Death devours all lovely things; I watched your love a little while, I know what my heart is like Save that, a little way away, Death comes in a day or two. Death comes in a day or two. And far away's the little hill Some slightest tidings of the light of day they know no more, Of Love, and his young body asleep, but now is dust instead. Shall lie till age has withered them! I know the way you mean,--the little night, And here I come to look for you, my love,	./cache/1247.txt	./txt/1247.txt