Shadow slant in grief
To this morning calm
And only sound fades away
Rustling through this summer warm
Deep peace of high lands
Do some painful trick
Mingling woe
Into fallen leaves
No bower paints a shade
Into this tangle world
All gets mingled away
With void and bounding main
The sky kneels
At the horizon meet
Guaranteeing submission
Transpiring silent reveal
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