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Where my sight goes
Who knows
Where my sight goes,
What your sight shows---
Where the peachtree blows?
The frogs sing
Of everything
And children run
As leaves swing.
And many women pass
Dressed in white,
As thoughts of noon pass
From sea to sea.
And all these things would take
My life from me.
poem
by
Yvor Winters
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