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Dawn:
Sky, the soft blue of grasshopper's belly
Guava and custard apple trees all around, green as parrot feathers
A single star lingers in the

A wild-bear chace, didst never see
Then hast thou lived in vain
Thy richest bump of glorious glee,    Lies desert in thy brain
When first my father settled here,    ’Twas then the frontier line:

I hunt for a sign of you in all the others,
In the rapid undulant river of women,
Braids, shyly sinking eyes,
Light step that slices, sailing through the foam

Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind,
But as for me, hélas, I may no more.
The vain travail hath wearied me so sore,
I am of them that farthest cometh behind.