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37086	Ratcliffe, Dorothy Una	The Dales of Arcady			.txt	text/plain	9384	1035	98	Her great grey eyes, like silent moorland tarns fringed with shadowy land, the line men call the River Amazon, and she watched the Designer sister, the youngest Goddess leapt above the little silvern stars, and When sad home-longings, like little waifs, In this land where Thy little rivers stray, The live-long day were singing, 'Tis the great god Pan that I seek to find Here, lad's-love sigh their fragrant hearts away, Shall watch the little swallows fall Like tears down the face of the old grey wall. That the tree is a ship with flower-white sails, That the little white tree some day must die. And there's a little singing beck that falls from heathered crest. And for Thy little birds that sing; "_Come, kiss me once, O timorous-hearted Love. I kiss your little white hands and feet: My loved little queen Gold Sun, I greet thee; do not hide thy face	./cache/37086.txt	./txt/37086.txt