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After You Speak

by Edward Thomas

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After you speak And what you meant Is plain, My eyes Meet yours that mean⁠— With your cheeks and hair⁠— Something more wise, More dark, And far different. Even so the lark Loves dust And nestles in it The minute Before he must Soar in lone flight So far, Like a black star He seems⁠— A mote Of singing dust Afloat Above, That dreams And sheds no light. I know your lust Is love.

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