Flood us who on the city’s track

Have followed stifling sordid years,

Cleanse us with dew and meadow rain,

Till life’s horizon lights and clears,

And nature claims us once again.

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At Dawn

A SPIRIT through

A

My window came when earth was soft with dew,

Close at the tender edge of dawn when all

The spring was new,

And bore me back

Along her rose-and-starry tinted track,

And showed me how the full-winged day emerged

From out the black.

She knew the speech

Of all the deep-pink blossoms of the peach,

Told in my ear the meanings of the trees,

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