This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight;
The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves;
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Blue through the window burns the twilight;
Heavy, through trees, blows the warm south wind.
Glistening, against the chill, gray sky light,
Wet, black branches are barred and entwined.
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How still it is! Sunshine itself here falls
In quiet shafts of light through the high trees
Which, arching, make a roof above the walls
Changing from sun to shadow as each breeze
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Happiness, to some, elation;
Is, to others, mere stagnation.
Days of passive somnolence,
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The chatter of little people
Breaks on my purpose
Like the water-drops which slowly wear the rocks to powder.
And while I laugh
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Softly the water ripples
Against the canoe's curving side,
Softly the birch trees rustle
Flinging over us branches wide.
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Over the housetops,
Above the rotating chimney-pots,
I have seen a shiver of amethyst,
And blue and cinnamon have flickered
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Hold your soul open for my welcoming.
Let the quiet of your spirit bathe me
With its clear and rippled coolness,
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But why did I kill him? Why? Why?
In the small, gilded room, near the stair?
My ears rack and throb with his cry,
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Have at you, you Devils!
My back's to this tree,
For you're nothing so nice
That the hind-side of me
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