What Gift?

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And lavender and margueritenForge with their flowers an English sky.n"Turn now towards the belling townnYour jigsaws of impossible bone,nAnd rising read your rank of snownAccurate as death upon the stone."nAbout your easy heads my prayersnI said with syllables of clay.n"What gift," I asked, "shall . . .

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