To a Friend in the North
You ask when I come ... and I dream of Pa Mountains,
Of autumn-pools brimming all night with the rain,
Of trimming a wick in the western window —
Of hearing your voice all night in the rain.
Of autumn-pools brimming all night with the rain,
Of trimming a wick in the western window —
Of hearing your voice all night in the rain.
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