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Amy Lowell - Hoar-FrostAmy Lowell - Hoar-Frost
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In the cloud gray mornings I heard the herons Flying And when I came into my garden, My silken outer-garment Trailed over withered leaves. A dried leaf crumbles at a touch, But I have seen many Autumns With herons blowing like smoke Across the sky.
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