[BNP/E3, 49A2 – 79]
24-7-08
I smell the sun along the dales,
Ascent born of the light,
A {…} that pales
In the threshold of night.
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Then when the morn is pale and sad
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[79v]
I, everyman, in love with the moon
That maketh me swoon