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✦ 18 ✦ Girl A golden cloudlet passed the night On the breast of a giant cliff. Lermontov From garden and swing, from out of the blue, One branch to the mirror has flown! So close—so immense, with a droplet of emerald Still clutching one cluster alone. She’s hidden the garden behind her commotion, This stir-in-the-face from the wind. A kindred in spirit, as huge as the garden— A sister! Mirror and twin! But the branch has been placed in a goblet By the mirror that stands in the hall. Who is it, she wonders, that’s dimming my eyes In this human, this somnolent thrall? ...

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