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The sea that summer hissed Through the poplars’ rippling green Has ebbed now. Leaves cold-crisped Crick crack Like the bleached bones of last spring’s blackbird. His rich golden song Still as ice, The notes frosty pearls Rocked in the black depths of the winter sea By the unvanquished robins’…
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