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 However bright the sky itself may burn— That cannot fall you say? Her fingers fumbled Against his arm and in the touch he knew Her heart had guessed the truth that was not true.

They say to themselves, we will think of the time that was.

Withdraws The mist momentarily, flows The dark down and away; and they muse On a pattern of sky and a leaf there that blows. And a happiness, sudden, unmeaning, unmeant, without cause, Arises, renews, In that leaf, in that pattern of sky and there gathers and grows.