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THE stars that open and shut / Fall on my shallow breast / Like stars on a pool.
The soft wind, blowing cool / Laps little crest after crest / Of ripples across my breast.
And dark grass under my feet / Seems to dabble in me / Like grass in a brook.
Oh, and it is sweet / To be all these things, not to be / Any more myself.
For look, / I am weary of myself!