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EYES
When life is very lonely I close my eyes and goAcross a field and up a hill, A way I know;
And there I find a garden With a little house in it,And both are wistful whispering, "Come in and sit!"
Then you come, always singing, On down the garden's walk,And we, in white front doorway, stand And softly talk.
I often light a candle, In my small sitting-room,To show you some new picture or A bit of bloom.
And all our time together You love as much as I:But, oh, my open eyes that watch You passing by!
The ConservativeWinifred Virginia Jackson


DEAFNESS
Wall-mountain rimmed around the sky And bellied down, a bowlWith chipped and crackled edge; the farm Dropped in like leaf-lopped cole.

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