Ah, bird singing late in the gloam
While the evening shadow thickens,
And the dizzy bat-wings roam,
And the faint starlight quickens;
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The wild October sky
Rises not so high,
The tree's roots that creep
Into the earth's body thrust not so deep
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There is a garden where the seeded stems of thin long grass are bowed
Beneath July's slow rains and heat and tired children's trailing feet;
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Falls from her heaven the Moon, and stars sink
burning
Into the sea where blackness rims the sea,
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The noisy fire,
The drumming wind,
The creaking trees,
And all that hum
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Thy hand my hand,
Thine eyes my eyes,
All of thee
Caught and confused with me:
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The earth is purple in the evening light,
The grass is graver green.
The gold among the meadows darker glows,
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Eve goes slowly
Dancing lightly
Clad with shadow up the hills;
Birds their singing
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Unconscious on thy lap I lay,
A spiritual thing,
Stirless until the yet unlooked-for day
Of human birth
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When through our bodies our two spirits burn
Escaping, and no more our true eyes turn
Outwards, and no more hands to fond hands yearn;
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