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 THE SORROW OF UNICUME

I

FRESH in the flush light gleam

the slape new furrows:

ride the clean horizon rib

lithe Unicume and his roan team.

Man moulded with Earth—

like clay uprisen:

his whistling mingles

with the throstle's this even.

Inward from furtive woods

the stretched light stains:

end-toil star now broods

deeming resthaven due.

Unyoked the roan team

garthward he leads:

hooves beat to harness clink;

the swollen sun bleeds.

II

When alone, Unicume

seeks his darkening dale.

Yon my white garden-rail—

Heart's tomb within!

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