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THE • YEAR'S • AT • THE • SPRING


It seemed, so still the valleys were,
As if the whole world knelt at prayer,
Save me and me alone;
So pure and wide that silence was
I feared to bend a blade of grass,
And there I stood like stone.
[Continued]
RALPH HODGSON

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