This Golden Tree
This golden tree,
Bereaved of breath,
Proclaims her unbelief
In death.
Arrested with
Her leafy spray
Upon her, she
Remembers day-
Until our fainting
Eyes declare
There is a movement
Through the air
More subtle than
The summer's flight.
This burst of boughs!
This light! This light!
NOW FAR
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