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autumn poem

when freedom from her mountain height
backward, turn backward
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
up and down he goes
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
if i should die, think only this of me
the shadows of the ships
within my hand i hold
above them all, looking down
of sun nor stars
in and of itself
risen from the dead

 



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