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Sunday, September 3, 2017

NEUTRAL TONES

We stood by a pond that winter day, 
And the sun was white, as though chidden of God, 
And a few leaves lay on the starving sod; 
- They had fallen from an ash, and were grey. 

Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove 
Over tedious riddles of years ago; 
And some words played between us to and fro 
On which lost the more by our love. 

The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing 
Alive enough to have strength to die; 
And a grin of bitterness swept thereby 
Like an ominous bird a-wing -

Since then, keen lessons that love deceives, 
And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me 
Your face, and the God cursed sun, and a tree, 
And a pond edged with greyish leaves. 
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