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A Tune

A Tune by Arthur Symons ' A foolish rhythm turns in my idle head As a windmill turns in the wind on an empty sky. Why is it when love, which men call deathless, is dead, That memory, men call fugitive, will not die? Is love not dead? yet I hear that tune if I lie Dreaming awake in the night on my lonely bed, And an old thought turns with the old tune in my head As a windmill turns in the wind on an empty sky.'

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