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the mountains they are silent folk
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
there is no flock, however watched and tended
let me move slowly through the street
night was black and drear
when i go back to earth
i stood by the open casement
soft as the bed in the earth

 



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