Come and find, you who trod those streets putting all behind Come and talk, you who kept silence when silence it demands Come and see; see what time has done Between us an ocean; a crossing to be won There are languid pools where longed-for things are never uttered Except perchance surprise or brazen faith Darkening skies lit by only this To bring too close all that is apart Warm air flickers with relief of movement Down the valley comes the welcome night Pray that fires will not come raging here To eat up forest alive with cri-cri call Soft sunset pink blush ripe Dove grey hills melting into one Blurring heights meet heady haze And winding ways rest undone Full now leans the evening breeze Turning over leaf on arc of new year’s growth Coolness casts away the heat of aching day To bring the gentle touch that is moonstruck
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