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autumn poetry

when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
a mile behind
i can not tell you now
made up of loveliness alone
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
my true love from her pillow rose
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
awful truths these be
the earth keeps some vibration going
the ancient songs
they in the darkness gather and ask

 



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