after five
times the poem
of thy remembrance
surprises with refrain
 
of unreasoning summer
that by responding
ways cloaked with renewal
my body turns toward
 
thee
again     for the stars have been
finished in the nobler trees and
the language of leaves repeats
 
eventual perfection
while east deserves of dawn.
i lie at length,breathing
with shut eyes
 
the sweet earth where thou liest

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