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poem for pastors

i stand in the cold gray weather
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
god
where shall i find you
eighty years have passed, and more
i am in love with high far-seeing places
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
birds against the april wind
one by one, like leaves from a tree

 



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