Keep These Words Close Silence and calm this hour claim my soul; In their clear light I see where I have erred. Pursuing self as if self were a goal, I was too blind to think my vision...
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October Evening There will be gnawing winds and stinging snow, And fields now green be pewter-hard and cold; On rapier thrusts of wind across the wold The chaif of wintry harvests soon will...
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