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I left all
world to you when I died:
Beauty of earth and air and sea;
Leap of a swallow or a tree;
Kiss of rain and wind's enbrace;
Passion of storm and winter's face;
Touch of feather, flower, and stone;
Chiselled line of branch or bone;
Flight of stars, night's caravan;
Long of crickets -- and of man --
All these I put in my testament,
All these I bequeathed you when I went.
Author
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