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25880	nan	American Poetry, 1922: A Miscellany			.txt	text/plain	24138	2274	95	Orange orioles hop like music-box birds and sing The movement of your hands is the long, golden running of light from Like white water are you who fill the cup of my mouth, A Father-Time-like man got on and rode, shining in the sun, past the White House, rose dark leaves at their white jaw slants-[Sidenote: _To be read like old leaves on the elm tree of Time. And he plunged young hands into new-turned earth, Color the stars like San Francisco's street-lights, Earth breathes him like an eternal spring: he is a second sky over With a sound like surf on long sea-beaches "Let come what may," your eyes were saying, My song of battle: Words like flaming stars Blue-white like angels with broad wings, Myself, like ancient wall and dust and sky, Nor the face like a star in my heart!... The pathos of your love, that, like a flower,	./cache/25880.txt	./txt/25880.txt