Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun
The Coming of Wisdom With Time, W. B. Yeats
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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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