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1880–1943

TO ——

Radclyffe Hall

Dear, if you were in this city, In this misty, dreary city, With its sombre walls and towers — All its poorer streets and byways,

All its richer streets and highways, All the buildings stern and old, And the river deep and cold, Would become as summer to me,

Decked with sweet, perfuming flowers.

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