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poem for pastors

the meadow was creeping
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
be in me as the eternal moods
in may
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
all my love for my sweet
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
in your arms was still delight
which keeps
glass-blower of time
up from the south at break of day

 



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