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when i go back to earth
the meadow was creeping
the darkness rolls upward
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
he came and took me by the hand
at midnight
glooms of the live-oaks
i saw the first pear
in all things not spoken of
this is the arsenal
never in all my life
tell me not

 



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