Poems (Scudder)/Waiting
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CINOUAINS
WAITING
The long
Bleached paths are strewn
With poplar-leaves, the wind
Stirs the dead lavender, but no
One comes.
Bleached paths are strewn
With poplar-leaves, the wind
Stirs the dead lavender, but no
One comes.