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Over the frozen hill he came,Like one who is neither strong nor lame;
And I saw his face as he passed me by,And the hateful look of his dead-fish eye:
His face, like the face of a wrinkled childWho has never laughed or played or smiled.
I watched him till his work was done;And suddenly God went out of the sun,
Went out of the sun without a soundBut the great pigs trampling the frozen ground.
The hunchback turned and retracked the snows;But where God's gone, there's no man knows.
Poetry, A Magazine of VerseJohn Peale Bishop


MY DELIGHT
Thick and stormy was the night,  Not a single star,When I climbed to my delight,  Where the roses are;
Where the roses are and love,  In a bower warm,Climbing up to heaven above  Night and wind and storm.
Contemporary VerseGamaliel Bradford

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