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SLATY NIGHT by BENJAMIN ROSENBAUM

First Line: I SHALL REMEMBER HOW TREES BENT'
Last Line: UNREAL AS DEATH ... UNREAL ... UNREAL!
I SHALL remember how trees bent
And slaty-blue like autumn mist.
I shall remember smouldering moon
And shadow wind -- the organist.

I shall remember giant oaks,
Brushing their cheeks on slaty steel;
Dark clouds that teased the smouldering moon
Unreal as death ... unreal ... unreal!



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