Like grimaces ‘gainst the gale’s lament,
And aching throes that bid me pine,
Thou art the river, swift and bent,
From yonder bridge whereon I twine.
Fronds: “River”
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Like grimaces ‘gainst the gale’s lament,
And aching throes that bid me pine,
Thou art the river, swift and bent,
From yonder bridge whereon I twine.
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