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The heat had set in as the summer began

I had just ceased to sing winter’s sore tune

And rested my arm on the forgotten farmer

Of all that I can call my fortune

Fall broke the beak of the small bird that beat

In his breast and out through his heels

And I heartsunk to think of it’s stammering wing

Beneath heavy and relentless wheels!

I pulled up in the evening while he was still sleeping

Out jumped I and ran 'cross his floor

And there he lay white and a guardian darling

Caught up in slumber and I caught at his door

«He blushes therefore he is guilty,» cried I

«Of some private reverie grand!» So I took him

And shook him and made to unhook him

By squeezing and slapping his hand

The slow work of a blank book hung where we met

And he slept in the depths of his bed

And I, oh, kissed the sweat from his head

Right or wrong, to him alone I come to be fed

I said, «Come back to me love, come comet or dove

To my garden, come bladed or bled!»

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