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First Line: On the thirtieth of september I heard a meadow lark
Last Line: Reap; for the weed is my weed and the stone is my stone.
Subject(s): Solitude; Loneliness


On the thirtieth of September I heard a meadow lark singing --
There was frost on the flat and the elm by the house was bare:
"Victory! Victory! Victory!" high he was ringing,
Between two stubble fields, holding his plow to the air.

"Vireo, thistle bird, mourning dove, follow the flying
Tide of the sun to its new beaches. Old fields are sown.
Leave me my dream, my cold shore where no shadow is crying
Reap; for the weed is my weed and the stone is my stone.





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