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2294	nan	Anthology of Massachusetts Poets			.txt	text/plain	19209	2083	97	Each little love and lust of a living thing "Freedom Thy new-born nation here shall cherish; With beauty-loving eye, But stir like tide-worn sea-weed, and my heart Old hard-heart mountain, dost thou hear me, how I blow? Satyr, little satyr-friend, my heart with joy doth ache! And taketh from my heart its life to-day, Warm on a breath, leaps a soul with love gleaming, Words in whose fire glow thy love and desire." MY love will come in autumn-time The men who loved thy soil and fought and died. And falls like dew God's pity on the world And the sun-rays smote on the waters like a golden sword. And the white sea-birds like driven foam The black clouds closed like a tomb, for the sun was dead. A star's while to look on and light the Earth; In the far years, when some day I shall turn	./cache/2294.txt	./txt/2294.txt