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Ursula Bethell

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Over and over, carefully to con
‘thy tablets, Memory,’
myself accustomed, the one being gone
who prompted all; night having fallen upon
that territory
where, season by season, we had watched unfold
fugitive beauty; impotent and cold
transcriptions, yet these now shall be
thanks for felicity.

From Time and Place (Caxton, 1936)


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