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 GOD'S REMEMBRANCE

came a whisper from the night to me

Like music of the sea, a mighty breath

From out the valley's dewy mouth, and Death

Shook his lean bones, and every coloured tree

Wept in the fog of morning. From the town

Of nests among the branches one old crow

With gaps upon his wings flew far away.

And, thinking of the golden summer glow,

I heard a blackbird whistle half his lay

Among the spinning leaves that slanted down.

And I who am a thought of God's now long

Forgotten in His Mind, and desolate 84