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Victoria Mary Sackville-West
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The Dancing Elf*
I woke to daylight, and to find / A wreath of fading vine-leaves, rough entwined, / Lying, as dropped in hasty flight, upon my floor.
To A Poet Whose Verses I Had Read
I would not venture to dispraise or praise. / Too well I know the indifference which bounds / A poet in the narrow working-grounds
To Knole
October 1, 1913 / I / I left thee in the crowds and in the light,
Trio
So well she knew them both! yet as she came / Into the room, and heard their speech / Of tragic meshes knotted with her name,
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