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1865–1945

TEARS.

Arthur Symons

O HANDS that I have held in mine, That knew my kisses and my tears, Hands that in other years Have poured my balm, have poured my wine;

Women, once loved, and always mine, I call to you across the years, I bring a gift of tears, I bring my tears to you as wine.

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