The day before April
Alone, alone,
I walked in the woods
And I sat on a stone.
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There is a strong wall about me to protect me:
It is built of the words you have said to me.
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God's in me when I dance.
God, making Spring
Out of his thoughts
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To-night the little girl-nun died.
Her hands were laid
Across her breast; the last sun tried
To kiss her quiet braid;
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Autumn in Oregon is wet as Spring,
And green, with little singings in the grass,
And pheasants flying,
Gold, green and red,
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I
Perhaps,
God, planting Eden,
Dropped, by mistake, a seed
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Like a young pine
May I grow:
Only feel
But never know.
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