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Poetry month, day twenty-five

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Apr. 25th, 2011 | 06:48 pm

Robert Graves - Love Without Hope

Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher
Swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own daughter;
So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly
Singing about her head, as she rode by.

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