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NEW ENGLAND HURRICANE by CATHERINE M. COLLINS

First Line: NOT EVERYONE CAN KNOW THE QUIET DESPAIR
Last Line: OF DYING LEAVES -- A SOUND THAT CANNOT DIE.
Subject(s): HURRICANES;
Not every one can know the quiet despair
For some lovely thing forever lost,
The sight of swaying trees in summer air,
Or their gracefulness encased in frost.

Not every one can know the loneliness,
Save one whose daily joy it was to see
The changing grandeur of a precious tree
Bright in a beauty kin to holiness.

Its broken beauty lies, a tangled mass
Of torn quiescent limbs; I cannot pass
Again to hear that almost human cry
Of dying leaves -- a sound that cannot die.



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