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High Moment

Dark incomprehensible woman suddenly
Stept down beside me out of a place of green leaves
Lovely as an Eastern queen in dawning's jewelry
Youth she was and fine though older than a million eaves.

Once with her long white fingers touched my shoulder,
I did not move. In a great moment out-stretching time
I stood. And somewhere deep down in my dream rose an older
Seer weaving a frock for Truth from broken threads of rhyme.

§ Marked: '1930 Unpublished'

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