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my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
what was it the engines said
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
under a spreading chestnut tree
roses and gold
a mile behind
the lightning flashed, and lifted
simplicity
it was the autumn of the year
my son is dead and i am going blind
listen to the sounding sea
there is a country full of wine

 



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