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28043	Morton, David	Ships in Harbour			.txt	text/plain	11215	888	93	Beautiful words, like butterflies, blow by, Comes this long wave of Summer, bursting white Blowing in mists, their spectral sails like light. The way the spring comes to our Town is such Something like Spring is blowing down the air, How that these things would surely come to pass. This old, slow music that is like a sigh The old gods wait where secret beauty stirs, They know Earth's outer regions like a street, And moons that know a purple way to pass,-The winter world turns summer earth and sky: Like summertimes returning through the earth. And less like sounds, than little tender airs Will haunt her heart like dear, remembered rhymes. Like ghosts of beauty that had gone too soon,-Finding old springs in every lighted face, Old musics in a whisper hushed like rhyme: Remembering April's way with little streets, For eyes like ours, too faint a thing and fleet,	./cache/28043.txt	./txt/28043.txt