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 In Eden Valley

I saw

A spray of orange berries etched against the silver of a stone wall:

A scarlet vine encircling a golden sapling;

On the ground, a carmine robe that had slipped from the shoulders of a maple.

A sweep of meadow,

A curve of bronzy hill,

A glow of ruby and amethyst

And the evergreens making deep quiet spots in it.

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 Benediction

Silent, I stood in the forest—

Lured by the liquid song

Of a thrush.

Clear, it was, then fading

And softly echoed,

As he slipped into the embrace

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