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Leaves run as refugees in altered streets;
A horde of angel lemmings trace the hill
Where light and darkness drum soft ending beats.
On red earth burnt beneath its several heats
And over unploughed cities, green, unstill,
Leaves run as refugees in altered streets.
And where a hedgerow bars their path they meet
To tremble to the wind that hunts them still;
Where light and darkness drum soft ending beats.
As wraiths of rooks they bind day’s winding sheets
Into a silence menacing and shrill;
Leaves run as refugees in altered streets.
Now herded into drifts the year completes
A leopard skin of gold, a magic keel,
Where light and darkness drum soft ending beats.
From Nature, Nature panics and retreats.
On thinning wings of age and broken will
Leaves run as refugees in altered streets
Where light and darkness drum soft ending beats.
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The eyes rule all.
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The River Wild
