|1||When She Comes|
|When She Comes|
| When she comes - will her eyes go green, gray,|
Gray or green in the river?
The hours will be new in the archaic future,
New, but hardly novel -
Old hours: one has seen, dreamed, spoken them all!
I pity you the knowledge...
There will be something of the present and its street-sounds
Just as today . . .
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