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Is that your window with the moving shade In pilgrimage I’ve come so far to see? —The air may enter, you are not afraid Of the ‘great air’ that plays invisible About your neck, moving your opened hair (That busy shadow is perhaps your maid?) While I must wait, as near as I may be…(Barney, 1920:27)

Is that your window with the moving shade In pilgrimage I’ve come so far to see? —The air may enter, you are not afraid Of the ‘great air’ that plays invisible About your neck, moving your opened hair (That busy shadow is perhaps your maid?) While I must wait, as near as I may be…(Barney, 1920:27)