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Look
A red Robin
in the hawthorn
Quiet, and questioning.
Where is your joy,
Not here?
Not now?
In the still silver
Of a perfect autumn morning,
Pale bronze in the east,
Pastels of blue,
The music of geese
Floats over the water
The old gold
in the hearts
of your daisies
Glowing
I carry it with me
Into the day

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