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[The dawn comes in clad all in hodden gray]
The dawn comes in clad all in hodden gray,And, like a tattered cloak its wildness wears,
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The acorn, like a bullet, strikes the soil;
And blown from its wild pod the milkweed's plume,
Wan in the ghostly and the gusty gloom,
Flares like a lamp hand-hollowed of trembling toil.
November 12th, 1904.
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