Singing of the Birds

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Even tomorrow,
there will be,
this singing of the birds
at early dawn ;

The sweet fragrance
of Arcadias
will fill the air ;

But tomorrow,
is not for me ,

lying in the silent depths ,
cold ,
and eyes closed for ever,
I will neither smell
nor see ,
nor bear a memory
or
be remembered ;

Save perhaps
on a little sign-board
lying in the attic
under a heap of junk ,

Much the same
as I used to be
always.

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12 Oct 1963

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