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In day is night pent,
Leashed to the shadows
Under tree or cloud
Or creviced redoubt--
Ever telling the whip's taut length
In parting and closing with its fellows
By the sun's hand,
Till the turning world slip word.

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1325
The sun is strange to light the day,
Shadow to pattern walks,
Air as blue as eyes
To make a breath.
The arrangement, not condition,
No essence wants addition.

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1321
Queen of herself,
Full vessel,
A formidable lady to love.
Scepter snap of a tongue,
Minion-making,
In absence savored
By one in favor.
Come, lady,
Yourself unmastered
Masters me.

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