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1880–1929

II

John Freeman

Only joy now Come in silence, Come before your look's forgot; Come and hearken

While the lonely shadow Broadens on the hill and then is not. Now the hour is, Here the place is,

Here am I who saw thee here. Evening darkens All is still and marvellous, Now the sharp stars in the deep sky peer.

Come and fill me As the wind fills Leafy wide boughs of a tree; Come and windlike

Cleanse my slumbrous branches, Come and moonlike bathe the leaves of me.

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