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1886–1950

Of what is she dreaming?

John Gould Fletcher

Of long nights lit with orange lanterns, Of wine cups and compliments and kisses of the two-sword men. And of dawn when weary sleepers Lie outstretched on the mats of the palace,

And of the iris stalk that is broken in the fountain.

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