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Caroling Dusk/Homing

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Arna Bontemps4757512Caroling Dusk — Homing1927Countee Cullen

HOMING

Sweet timber landWhere soft winds blowThe high green tree And fan away the fog!Ah fragrant streamWhere thirsty creatures goAnd strong black menHew the heavy log!
Oh broken houseCrumbling there alone,Wanting me!Oh silent treeMust I always beA wild birdRiding the windAnd screaming bitterly?