Let this wind-mist autumn night
glide by in sighs before
the whisper-smile of dawn.
I have no words for this
or thought or prayer with which
to urge this fog-night on,
so I will calmly wait upon
the whim of lake or cloud
and lonely sky's faint chanting
to gather in this heavy veil
and fill the night with all the stars
that I still need (am wanting).
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