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BE in me as the eternal moods    
       of the bleak wind, and not    
As transient things are—    
       gaiety of flowers.    
Have me in the strong loneliness
       of sunless cliffs    
And of gray waters.    
       Let the gods speak softly of us    
In days hereafter,    
       the shadowy flowers of Orcus
Remember thee.
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