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Index of Complete Poems: The Single Hound - 3

THE long sigh of the Frog

A CAP of lead across the sky

I SEND two Sunsets

OF this is Day composed

THE Hills erect their purple heads

THE Moon upon her fluent route

LIKE some old fashioned miracle

GLOWING is her Bonnet

FOREVER cherished be the tree

THE Ones that disappeared are back

THOSE final Creatures,–who they are

SUMMER begins to have the look

A PROMPT, executive Bird is the Jay

LIKE brooms of steel

THESE are the days that Reindeer love

FOLLOW wise Orion

IN Winter, in my room

NOT any sunny tone

FOR Death,–or rather

DROPPED into the

THIS quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies

'TWAS comfort in her dying room

TOO cold is this

I WATCHED her face to see which way

TODAY or this noon

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