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What if the light is but sun and the little streams sing not,

We are together, it seems … I have loved you so …

What did the last night hold, with the summer over,

Drawing us back to the home in the changing glade?

What leered out of the dark in the ghostly clover?

God! … till you stirred in your sleep … and were wild afraid …

Well … we have passed … we are chronicle now to the eerie.

Curious metal from meteors that failed in the sky;

Earth-born the tireless is stretched by the water, quite weary,

Close to this ununderstandable changeling that’s I …

Fear is an echo we traced to Security’s daughter;

Now we are faces and voices … and less, too soon,

Whispering half-love over the lilt of the water …

Youth the penny that bought delight of the moon.”

“Faint winds, and a song fading and leaves falling,

Faint winds, and far away a fading laughter …

And the rain and over the fields a voice calling …

Our gray blown cloud scurries and lifts above,