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DUSK AND THE WHIPPOORWILLS
The wet gold of the rainy dusk
Died over woods and hills,
When through the Maytime's deeps of musk
Cried clear the whippoorwills.
Died over woods and hills,
When through the Maytime's deeps of musk
Cried clear the whippoorwills.
One called afar; and one, loud-heard,
Answered quite near at hand:
Each seemed the utterance of a word
My heart could understand.
Answered quite near at hand:
Each seemed the utterance of a word
My heart could understand.
A word of wonder and of dream
That held me when a child;
With charm investing every stream,
And every woodland wild.
That held me when a child;
With charm investing every stream,
And every woodland wild.
That led me, most mysteriously,
Down haunted forest ways,
With magic of wild melody,
Back to the old hill-days:
Down haunted forest ways,
With magic of wild melody,
Back to the old hill-days:
Unto a porch, o'ergrown with rose,
Where still, with wondering eyes,
My childhood smiles and round it glows
The dream that never dies.
Where still, with wondering eyes,
My childhood smiles and round it glows
The dream that never dies.
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