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Out at Woodruff Place -- afar / From the city's glare and jar, / With the leafy trees, instead / Of the awnings, overhead; / With the shadows cool and sweet, / For the fever of the street; / With the silence, like a prayer, / Breathing round us everywhere.
Gracious anchorage, at last, / From the billows of the vast / Tide of life that comes and goes, / Whence and where nobody knows -- / Moving, like a skeptic's thought, / Out of nowhere into naught.