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 Easter Sunday they went to Hooker’s Grove, Seven of them in one automobile Laughing and singing. Sea water flows Over the meadows at the full moon, The sea runs in the ditches, the salt stone Drowns in the sea. And some one said, Look! Look! The flowers, the red flowers. And her hand felt The blood-root stem—and on the Baalbec road Young men with garlands of anemones And naked girls in girdles of wild rose Splashed the thick dust from their thudding feet And the sunlight jingled into grains of gold And away off, away off, far away The singing on the mountain—