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or climb the air
lover by lover
hearing at twilight
The nineteenth autumn
has come upon me
The first time on this shore
Since I first made my count
I saw before I had well finished
They paddle in the cold
The bell-beat of their wings
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling
above my head
in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings