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TUMULT by CHARLES ENOCH WHEELER

First Line: UNTIL YOUR LAUGHTER
Last Line: . . .AND THE HEART IS IN TUMULT.

Until your laughter
Dusk was good, and quiet.
Until your laughter went up
A rocket against the dark
That broke in spatter of flame.
There will never be peace again.
The heart remembers too well,
A rocket sang upward and broke
Against the dark, dripping fire
. . .And the heart is in tumult.




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