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Fathoming the gulf between us
Whose brambled banks bleed us dry
And its weathered hollowed mouth,
Groans toward the auroral even-light

The mist strokes the hair
Of its rippling creeper-life
Hemlock murmurs under the fall
Of vermilion leaves

Some of us shivering,
Some of us still off baited hook,
Hang blistered tongues
From the bone-lit canopy
Of Neverbegoodwood

When the winter comes,
And heather belles ring for us,
One last look at the giant leaves,
One last breath before the gloom
The mist strokes the hair
Of its rippling creeper-life
Hemlock murmurs under the fall
Of vermilion leaves
Some of us shivering,
Some of us still off baited hook,
Hang blistered tongues
From the bone-lit canopy
Of Neverbegoodwood

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