More Poems. 25. Yon Flakes that Fret the Eastern Sky
Yon flakes that fret the eastern sky Lead back my day of birth; The far, wide-wandered hour when I Came crying upon earth. Then came I crying, and to-day, With heavier cause to plain, Depart I into death away, Not to be born again.
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