Black posts along the road. The wood is still, As here I sit My heart drinks in The peace of it. A something stirs I know not where Some quiet spirit In the air. O tall straight stems! O cool deep green! O hand unfelt! O face unseen! As down this last long lane First heavy drops of rain. Step quickens as I think And something hot to drink. Ah! sleep is sweet, but yet I will not sleep awhile Nor for a space forget
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