Field's Of Snow
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James McLain
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The land beneath a field of snow
From which the rocks and rubble sleep.
And in the west nigh high a star,
That's silver as it wakes from sleep.
The restless tumble of the boat,
The drowsy people in the sun.
Black and blue twilight has come,
And in my chest a beating heart.
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