In The East
Like the wild organs of the winter
Is the people gloomy rage,
The purple billow of
Of stars leaf-stripped
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Like the wild organs of the winter
Is the people gloomy rage,
The purple billow of
Of stars leaf-stripped
Drake is going west,
So Tom is going
But tiny
Just lies in bed,
Oh,
East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat;
But there is neither East nor West,