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A young Apollo, golden-haired,
Stands dreaming on the verge of strife,
Magnificently
For the long littleness of life.
Frances Darwin Cornford
Frances Crofts Cornford (née Darwin; 30 March 1886 – 19 August 1960) was an English poet; because of the similarity of her first name, her fathe
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