DEEP WET MOSS
Deep wet moss and cool blue shadows Beneath a bending fir,And the purple solitude of mountain, When only the dark owls stir—Oh, there will come a day, a twilight, When I shall sink to restIn deep wet moss and cool blue shadows Upon a mountain's breast,And yield a body torn with passions, And bruised with earthly scars,To the cool oblivion of evening, Of solitude and stars.
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