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Day Poem
No garden
could dream a delight
like this yellow morning
splendour'd by night's
absence
I do not fall or fly
Cower or cry
when awake.
To sleep, to die
By daylight my connections
are vague chains
which rattle their bells
at sun's fall
At moontide
I feels dark shadow's glide
to rollercoast my soul, again
I cannot hide
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