On a Grey Thread/Late Autumn Afternoon

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Late Autumn Afternoon

Grey, fingered with flickering threads   of light;Silence broken by restless quavers   of music.Greyness, music,A playing thought of slumber.And on my lips faintly disturbing fingers,And at my heart love's hand like a   child's handStirring me half awake.

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