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AT DUSK
And then—But peace awaiteth me—
Thy peace: I feel it near;
The hush, the voiceless mystery,
The languor without fear!
Enfold me—close; I want but thee!
But thee, Earth-mother dear!
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AT DUSK
And then—But peace awaiteth me—
Thy peace: I feel it near;
The hush, the voiceless mystery,
The languor without fear!
Enfold me—close; I want but thee!
But thee, Earth-mother dear!
154