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| LAST night I saw the Pleiades again, | |
| Faint as a drift of steam | |
| From some tall chimney-stack; | |
| And I remembered you as you were then: | |
| Awoke dead worlds of dream, | 5 |
| And Time turned slowly back. | |
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| I saw the Pleiades through branches bare, | |
| And close to mine your face | |
| Soft glowing in the dark; | |
| For Youth and Hope and Love and You were there | 10 |
| At our dear trysting-place | |
| In that bleak London park. | |
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| And as we kissed the Pleiades looked down | |
| From their immeasurable | |
| Aloofness in cold Space. | 15 |
| Do you remember how a last leaf brown | |
| Between us flickering fell | |
| Soft on your upturned face? | |
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| Last night I saw the Pleiades again, | |
| Here in the alien South, | 20 |
| Where no leaves fade at all; | |
| And I remembered you as you were then, | |
| And felt upon my mouth | |
| Your leaf-light kisses fall! | |
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| The Pleiades remember and look down | 25 |
| On me made old with grief, | |
| Who then a young god stood, | |
| When you—now lost and trampled by the Town, | |
| A lone wind-driven leaf,— | |
| Were young and sweet and good! | 30 |
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