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retirement poem

in the sphere
for then without
this is the arsenal
there is a city, builded by no hand
eighty years have passed, and more
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
lived by the river-side
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
their beautiful hair
but i cannot read you now

 



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