Yearning upon the faint rose-curves that flit
About her child-sweet mouth and innocent cheek,
And in her eyes watching with eyes all meek
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Sad burdens echoing through the loudest throng She, the wild song of some May-merry bird; I, but the listening maker of a song. beautiful. tony