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halloween poem for kid

the meadow was creeping
had he and i but met
by the rude bridge
glooms of the live-oaks
be in me as the eternal moods
why are the things that have no death
the dawn was apple-green
see i give myself to you
into the silent land
from song and dream for ever gone
above them all, looking down
stuff of the moon
lady, your heart has turned to dust
better than granite

 



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