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Return From Business

Evenings in trains,
   When the little black twittering ghosts
   Along the brims of cuttings,
   Against the luminous sky,
   Interrupt with their hurrying rumour every thought
   Save that one is young and setting,
   Headlong westering,
   And there is no recapture.
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