I've heard the robin's voice on the night wind; I've sung lost words from the long gone; I've tasted the south in the conch shell's sound; I've smelled the rose in a place where no sun shone; in the desert I've known the fresh promise of newly laid sod; in sunlight seen my own footprints on soil that I've not trod. Now in these dear antitheses I find the links of a loveliness that will not end....

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