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A GIRL
You were that clear Sicilian fluting / That pains our thought even now.
You were the notes / Of cold fantastic grief / Some few found beautiful.
NEW LOVE
She has new leaves / After her dead flowers, / Like the little almond-tree / Which the frost hurt.
OCTOBER
The beech-leaves are silver / For lack of the tree's blood.
At your kiss my lips / Become like the autumn beech-leaves.