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If you had come away with me / into another state / we had been quiet together.
But there the sun coming up / out of the nothing beyond the lake was / too low in the sky, / there was too great a pushing / against him, / too much of sumac buds, pink / in the head / with the clear gum upon them, / too many opening hearts of / lilac leaves, / too many, too many swollen / limp poplar tassels on the / bare branches!
It was too strong in the air.
I had no rest against that / springtime!
The pounding of the hoofs on the / raw sods / stayed with me half through the night.
I awoke smiling but tired.