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 THE MEDITATION OF A LOVER

AT DAYBREAK

I CAN JUST SEE the distant trees

And I wonder whether they will

Or will not

Bow their tall plumes at your passing

In the carriage of the morning wind:

Or whether they will merely

Tremble against the cold dawnlight,

Shaking a yellow leaf

to the dew-wet earth.