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The Embankment
( The fantasi of a Fallen Gentleman on a Cold, Bitter Night)

Once, in finesse of fiddles founf I ecstasy,
In a flash of ld heels on the hard pavement.
Now see I
That warmth`s the very stuff of poesy.
Oh, d, make small
The old star-eaten blanket of the sky,
That I may fold it round me and in comfort lie.

T. E. Hulme (1883 - 1917)

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