The Unthrift

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Title:     The Unthrift
Author: John Freeman [More Titles by Freeman]

Here in the shade of the tree
The hours go by
Silent and swift,
Lightly as birds fly.
Then the deep clouds broaden and drift,
Or the cloudless darkness and the worn moon.
Waking, the dreamer knows he is old,
And the day that he dreamed was gone
Is gone.

[The end]
John Freeman's poem: Unthrift

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