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nature poem

i heard the wind all day
i stood by the open casement
why so sad my lovely one?
i loathed you
see the tentative
where shall i find you
there were three in the meadow by the brook
if the red slayer think he slays
i have seen the proudest stars
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
under the harvest moon

 



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