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I heard the wind in the trees / The stir of the leaves in the white birch tops / Then sat alone with my past till dawn / Crept over the edge of the leas / And a dull red line was drawn / In the East. There memory stops.
We do not follow our lives / As the almanacs run. I lived that night / Three years in the past and three to be.... / As foam that the sea-wind drives / My thoughts sped on -- three years and three, / Marked by this lock of white.