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Be in me as the eternal moods
of the bleak wind, and not
As transient things are—
gaiety of flowers.

Have me in the strong loneliness
of sunless cliffs
And of grey waters.
Let the gods speak softly of us

In days hereafter,
The shadowy flowers of Orcus
Remember thee.

Ezra Pound

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