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Autumn Daybreak - Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay (What Lips My Lips Have Kissed And Where And Why Sonnet Xliii Poem By Edna St Vincent Millay)

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Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud At dawn, a fortnight overdue, Jostling the doors, and tearing through My bedroom to rejoin the cloud, I know—for I can hear the hiss And scrape of leaves along the floor— How may boughs, lashed bare by this, Will rake the cluttered sky once more. Tardy, and somewhat south of east, The sun will rise at length, made known More by the meagre light increased Than by a disk in splendour shown; When, having but to turn my head, Through the stripped maple I shall see, Bleak and remembered, patched with red, The hill all summer hid from me. Edna St. Vincent Millay

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