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The LakesStolen away from restful dreamAbduct the light, abhorrent seed Feeling brave we cut it true Could not say if I had proved much use Or chaos in regard Out when the climate comes again We barrel back, an hour ten Give it all, miles away Heads alone at the wildest day That ever take in hold Settle with regard all that is called upon Now to the lakes where at last we'd go I was not late I was there below Low laid in wait at the fork at the row With a trailing shoulder, faded form And precious left untold Elements of frost Inches of ice and gauze To recall it I hear the wind blow Further salt and down through the mourning To recall it I hear the wind blow |