But suppose the endlessly dead were to
wake in us some emblem:
they might point to the catkins hanging
from the empty hazel trees, or direct
us to the rain
descending on black earth in early
spring. ---
And we, who always think of happiness
rising, would feel the emotion
that almost baffles us
when a happy thing falls.
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