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Poems (Hardy)/Triolet

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4640946Poems — TrioletIrenè Hardy

TRIOLET

SING low, thou bird of lingering note,
She comes along the poplar lane;
A white cloud 's in the sky afloat,
(Sing low, thou bird of lingering note,)
Above us both, yet less remote
Than she from me, a soul profane.
Sing low, thou bird of lingering note,
She comes along the poplar lane.