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At a Dinner Party
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At a Dinner Party

Amy Levy

Apr 8
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With fruit and flowers the board is deckt,
The wine and laughter flow;
I'll not complain—could one expect
So dull a world to know?

You look across the fruit and flowers,
My glance your glances find.—
It is our secret, only ours,
Since all the world is blind.
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