stumbled in the ground-myrtle.

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Have you heard, O god seated on the cliff,

how far toward the ledges of your house,

how far I had to walk?

IV

Over me the wind swirls.

I have stood on your portal

and I know—

you are further than this,

still further on another cliff.

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[29]

ORCHARD

I saw the first pear

as it fell—

the honey-seeking, golden-banded,

the yellow swarm

was not more fleet than I,

(spare us from loveliness)

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