And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.
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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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