see the love,
leaf fell upon the dusk;
children whistle (a little whistle in rain)
and the shudders of grass
none more blithe than any guesses,
but, must seem upon the miles away. away.
dust and dusk surmise,
ends are all bested before
nightly and I might, nightly tide,
ordering oneself to sleep and soon.
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