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 To See Him Again by Gabriela Mistral 
						Never, never again?Not on nights filled with quivering stars,
 or during dawn's maiden brightness
 or afternoons of sacrifice?
 
 Or at the edge of a pale path
 that encircles the farmlands,
 or upon the rim of a trembling fountain,
 whitened by a shimmering moon?
 
 Or beneath the forest's
 luxuriant, raveled tresses
 where, calling his name,
 I was overtaken by the night?
 Not in the grotto that returns
 the echo of my cry?
 
 Oh no. To see him again --
 it would not matter where --
 in heaven's deadwater
 or inside the boiling vortex,
 under serene moons or in bloodless fright!
 
 To be with him...
 every springtime and winter,
 united in one anguished knot
 around his bloody neck!
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