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[XXI
Quiet after the rain of morning]
Quiet after the rain of morning
Midday covers the dampened trees;
Sweet and fresh in the languid breeze
Still returning
Birds are twittering at ease.
Midday covers the dampened trees;
Sweet and fresh in the languid breeze
Still returning
Birds are twittering at ease.
And to me in the far and foreign
Land as further I go and come,
Sweetly over the wearisome
Endless barren
Flutter whisperings of home.
Land as further I go and come,
Sweetly over the wearisome
Endless barren
Flutter whisperings of home.
There between the two hillocks lightens
Straight and little a bluish bar:
I feel the strain of the mariner
Grows and tightens
After home and after her.
Straight and little a bluish bar:
I feel the strain of the mariner
Grows and tightens
After home and after her.
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