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16064	Heyward, DuBose	Carolina Chansons Legends of the Low Country			.txt	text/plain	17154	1449	92	Like the composite voice of all the town, But, when the night came blowing in from sea, Like faint light streaming from a tomb. The wind went tolling like a bell: _Whose face has stayed like pain and care._ The old man crumpled like a sack; I'll keep his secret like the sea; Sea-island winds sweep through Palmetto Town, Flow down her streets like water-talk at fords; Like voices from the long-ago; They laugh like happy bathers, while the seas Dwell in their faces' shadows like gray ghosts. Silence closed about me, like a wall, Like knells from death-ships off the coasts of spectral lands. tenderness of leaves, the pink azaleas open light-shy eyes like pupils Each April day brings opalescent waves of birds that dart like living The low bird-voices ripple like the laugh That flows like glacial water 'round their feet. Like old loosened fangs that held the sea	./cache/16064.txt	./txt/16064.txt