To Flush, My Dog

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8. Hut Among the Bamboos Sitting alone In the hush of the bamboo grove I thrum my lute And whistle lingering notes. In the secrecy of the wood No one can hear Only the clear moon Comes to shine on me....
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15. The Voice Safe in the magic of my woods I lay, and watched the dying light. Faint in the pale high solitudes, And washed with rain and veiled by night, Silver and blue and green were showing. And the dark woods grew darker still; And birds were hushed; and peace was growing; And quietness crept up the […]...
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