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my mother twines me roses wet with dew
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
a storm is riding on the tide
our pleasant moments fly
i see all human wits
she might have known it in the earlier spring
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
from our hidden places

 



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