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autumn poem

he speaks not well
up and down he goes
earth travails
burly, dozing humble-bee
i heard the wind all day
the air is full of dawn and spring
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
looking beyond
master of human destinies am i
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
hang no wreath
the darkness
i cannot always feel his greatness

 



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