Poem by James Elroy Flecker

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We that were friends to-night have found
A sudden fear, a secret flame:
I am on fire with that soft sound
You make, in uttering my name.
Forgive a young and boastful man
Whom dreams delight and passions please,
And love me as great women can
Who have no children at their knees. 

1. A Western Voyage
2. November Eves
3. From Grenoble
4. The Ballad Of The Student In The South
5. The Ballad of Hampstead Heath

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