Mourning

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    Mourning

    Golden fingers
    Play gentle on my pillow
    As the day proclaims
    Her soft alarm
    And though no lover
    Strokes my head
    God hath no sweeter touch
    For one who wakes
    Alone

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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