Here
Here no verses hover
Strange
The air scents
And be still as beautiful
But
The comfort of the verses
Type
Hype
Like radio-waves from above.
And lo!
The chill night and the chill night-storm
Brough them here,
Here where we woke to them
Have been in orchestra hour or so
Since the dawn's rising.
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