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Child with almond-shaped eyes
Rushes on seaside porch
And he sees the fishing scow
And the eye mullet , carpeted tears .

His soul sucking view
Prefers Twilight secret knowledge ,
And children's dreaming consciousness ,
What lovelier in the dark burning.

And behind - the rustle of a mandolin ,
Olive and sycamore , and agave ,
And aromas of youthful glory
Is at sunset tangerines .

And sills in wild guschah
Attract lean and conceive
The fact that all the losses do not list
And not foresee all the blessings to come .