And if sun comes
How shall we greet him?
Shall we not dread him,
Shall we not fear him
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Shall we not shudder? — Shall we not flee Into the shelter, the dear thick shelter Of the familiar Propitious haze? very fine poem. tony
Sweet is it, sweet is it To sleep in the coolness Of snug unawareness. sleeping in the snug unwareness. tony