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1886–1950

XIX

John Gould Fletcher

The clouds pass Over the polished mirror of the sky: The clouds pass, puffs of grey, There is no star.

The clouds pass slowly: Suddenly a disengaged star flashes. The night is cold and the clouds Roll slowly over the sky.

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