But her words, so light, so soft, so chill, seemed to hover in the air, to rain into his breast, like snow.
The Stranger, Katherine Mansfield
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She herself had had a deep sense of poetry; she remembered going to sleep with Shelley under her pillow.
The Last September, Elizabeth Bowen
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I want what world there is behind your eyes
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