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fall poetry

i have to say good-night
under the harvest moon
in his guarded tent
to clothe the fiery thought
night was black and drear
out of me unworthy and unknown
there is a city, builded by no hand
in your flight
i saw god. do you doubt it?
stuff of the moon
why are the things that have no death
in halls of sleep you wandered by

 



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