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The west wind blows its lilting song
Through pale dusk, before moonlight touches,
Pearl fingers on my window.
In star-tossed reflections from above
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True picturesque literature. I call to. You across the darkening seas. I'm sold on the wording. I can see how this poem can be.
True picturesque literature. I call to. You across the darkening seas. I sold on the wording. I can see how this poem can be.
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2/27/2026 9:17:25 PM # 1.0.0
Is it an encomium of romantic- sentimental verse or meant as reflection of popular preferences in verse? Selections in PH will tell. 'Let us be singular' is my plea.