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All things are waves. We have left the crest,
and wallow in a trough.

And the moon gave her crying child
a loaf of evening stars.

Faraway poplars flourished their shadows
and summoned the fields to sessions of silence.

what fate must I make out
in the wide midnight sky?

You are my song, my dark-blue dream
of doves, of winter's drowsy drone,
and sleighs that slow and golden g o
through gray-blue shadows on the snow.