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Hours

HOURS when I love you, are like tranquil pools,

The liquid jewels of the forest, where

The hunted runner dips his hand, and cools

His fevered ankles, and the ferny air

Comes blowing softly on his heaving breast,

Hinting the sacred mystery of rest.

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1883-1969 / American

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