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As I would free the white almond from the green husk So I would strip your trappings off,
Beloved.
And fingering the smooth and polished kernel I should see that in my hands glittered a gem beyond counting.
Amy Lowell
Amy Lawrence Lowell (February 9, 1874 – May 12, 1925) was an American poet of the imagist school, which was promoting a return to classical valu
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