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thanksgiving poem

in the cloud-gray mornings
i expect you
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
shades of night were falling fast
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
day is done
tell me less or tell me more
soft as the bed in the earth
before the solemn bronze saint
the sun is up

 



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