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Yeas Ago

 
When stars come out as twilight dies
in Western fire
I always think of Gilly’s eyes
and how the sight of them
would stir my senses gladly to a wild desire
that roused me upwards like a fervent prayer
is said to rise to god.
O the joyous helplessness I came to know
when Gilly kissed me years ago
and late at night in Trinity  
beneath the Dreaming Spires.
Baldwin
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