'Why pretend to be'

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Why pretend to be
Now breeze, now stone, now a bird?
Why smile at me,
In sudden lightning from summer's sky?

Don't torture me further, and don't touch me!
Leave me to my prophetic dreams…
A drunken flame reels
Over the dry grey marshes.

And the Muse in a ragged shawl,
Sings a long despondent song,
With a harsh youthful yearning,
With her miraculous strength.


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