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("In Memoriam" T.H.)
The paralytic man has dropped in death
The crossing-sweeper's brush to which he clung,
One-handed, twisted, dwarfed, scanted of breath,
Although his hair was young.
I saw this year the winter vines of France,
Dwarfed, twisted, goblins in the frosty drouth --
Gnarled, crippled, blackened little stems askance / On long hills to the South.
Great green and golden hands of leaves ere long / Shall proffer clusters in that vineyard wide.
And O his might, his sweet, his wine, his song, / His stature, since he died!