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autumn poem

i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
there is a city, builded by no hand
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
under dusky laurel leaf
the sun is up
a bird sang
gingham dog and the calico cat
when i returned at sunset
and so it goes
i see all human wits
a look is but a ray
he speaks not well
who will be naming the wind

 



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