Streaming from the Undergrowth Yellow Eyes (0 votos)
Forty yards of clearing
Kept the houses from the pines
Each day the village heat was drawn
And spread to cool
And even at eight bells I saw that night was forming
Rags and strings and strips of shade
Were lowered like a curtain at midday
The stiffness of wet burlap
And the nagging of the torrent
Hissing somewhere underground
I know it very well
For I am drawn and spread
Yes, streaming from the undergrowth
Night arrived in search of me
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