The Long Magic

Genevieve Taggard

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Swing, swing, and swoon,
Morning, evening, noon,

And with night, sleep.

If you must, weep–
But here, here with me.

Swing like the sea
Where waves are tall;
Torrents and the three
Tides fall....

Let the end be
With the last sweep:
Swoon, swoon with me–
Then sleep.

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