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Poem by Hazel Hall
Dreams—and an old, old waking, An unspent vision gone; Night, clean with silence, breaking Into loud dawn. A wonder that is blurring The new day’s strange demands, The indomitable stirring Of folded hands. Then only the hours’ pageant And the drowsing sound of their creep, Bringing at last the vagrant Dreams of new sleep.
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