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autumn poetry

hang no wreath
lady, your heart has turned to dust
in their ragged regimentals
over the river, on the hill
and so it goes
what was it the engines said
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
sweet with fern and rose
and breaketh bread no more
never in all my life
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst

 



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