It was near evening, the room was cold
Half dark; Uncle Ben's brass bullet-mould
And powder-horn and Major Bogan's face
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I
Tomorrow let loveless, let lover tomorrow make love :
O spring, singing spring, spring of the world renew!
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Let the day glare: O memory, your tread
Beats to the pulse of suffocating night-
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The people—people of my kind, my own
People but strange with a white light
In the face: the streets hard with motion
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The shadow streamed into the wall-
The wall, break-shadow in the blast;
We lingered wordless while a tall
Shade enclouded the shadow's cast.
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For when they meet, the tensile air
Like fine steel strains under the weight
Of messages that both hearts bear-
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No more the white refulgent streets.
Never the dry hollows of the mind
Shall he in fine courtesy walk
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When Alexander Pope strolled in the city
Strict was the glint of pearl and ''old sedans.
Ladies leaned out more out of fear than pity
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The idiot greens the meadow with his eyes,
The meadow creeps implacable and still;
A dog barks, the hammock swings, he lies.
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Noble beyond degree
In a democracy:
Slight woman whose spent grace
Banishes their vision
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