In a
clear s
haft o
f ligh
t stan
ding a
lone
on the flower hill—
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+ + + + + + + + + + + + +
(Has Time come over the hill
+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
w/ bird-song
& tree-song
& day-song
& night-song
?
Has Time
with little
bell tolls
told you
+
whose footsteps
(obscured by clouds)
might be traced
+
homeward again
among flowers
+
now here,
how far,
so near,
now —
+
in a
clear
soft shaft
of
light
standing
alone?)
— by the wind
on the little green
hill
in the leaves blown
his heart
beating,
his glad hands
heeding
the lost world
now again
his own
w/ marvelous
under-
standing
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