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James Elroy Flecker

We that were friends

We that were friends to-night have found
A sudden fear, a secret flame:
I am on fire with that soft sound
You make, in uttering my name.

Forgive a young and boastful man
Whom dreams delight and passions please,
And love me as great women can
Who have no children at their knees.

 
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James Elroy Flecker
 
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Destroyer of Ships, Men, Cities
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A Western Voyage
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Ideal
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I rose from dreamless hours
Prayer
A Miracle of Bethlehem
Gravis Dulcis Immutabilis
Pillage
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Pavlovna in London
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Don Juan in Hell
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