Poems (Hardy)/Triolet

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TRIOLET
SING low, thou bird of lingering note, She comes along the poplar lane;A white cloud 's in the sky afloat, (Sing low, thou bird of lingering note,)Above us both, yet less remote Than she from me, a soul profane.Sing low, thou bird of lingering note, She comes along the poplar lane.
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