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THE EQUINOX
One garment covered both to keep us warm,
What harmed the one, was 't not the other’s harm?
Close clasped, one single form.
Was it not meant for aye?
Poet, take thou my hand—we’ll still
Walk a little way.
MARY D'ESTE.
(MARY
DEMPSEy—BLIDEN-STURGEs—BEV,)