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The days that she is.n't near
even the grass, as in the ram
laments:
But being here
as with the sun, the
smile of a
Childe
the grass
green
tints,
The clouds I found this afternoon,
the ones that filled my window
must be Heaven.
Mere wisps of existence, light
and airy, nimble, fluent.
They decided to shroud the sky
and mirror the last vestige of today;
and just then I fancied I saw
God
sitting there.
