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THE FUGITIVE by DORA HAGEMEYER

First Line: FOR LOVE OF YOU A SONG WENT DOWN THE WIND
Last Line: THE FUGITIVE WAS SINGING IN MY BREAST.

For love of you a song went down the wind.
I followed with the net of my despair.
Delayed by eagerness, my pace was thinned
Till I forsook the race and left it there.
I lay me down upon a slope of grass --
The sunlight scattered me with seeds of sleep.
I let the hour, I let the morning pass . . .
So glad the shining paths of dream to keep.
I wandered in a world of silver sound
That seemed to be the music of your name;
The shadow of the earth was turned around
And showed its lovely counterpart of flame.
When I awoke, (I need not write the rest)
The fugitive was singing in my breast.



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