Eagerly . . .
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I find a strange knowledge of wind,
an open door in the mountain . . .
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In the intensity of its own fires, . . .
My bands of silk and miniver
Momently grew heavier;
The black gauze was beggarly thin; . . .