(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Wondering To Your Hand

And if the wind of shoreline sand,
The trees would hear her tune,
They'd sing a coral river band
Of midnight sunny noon.

And if the yellow reeds would sway
To what the midnights say
Perhaps along the riverway
The other things, the calm, the dew
Shall tell my words to you.

That I am a wonderer with no land
Wondering to your hand!

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