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THE INTRUDER
by Robert Graves
- I sat in my chamber yesternight,
- I lit my lamp, I drew the
blind
- And I took my pen in hand to write;
- But boisterous winds had
rent the blind
- And you were peering from
behind ---
- Peeping Tom in the skies afar,
- Bold, inquisitive, impudent star !
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