A Morning

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Title:     A Morning
Author: Max Eastman [More Titles by Eastman]

Again this morning the bold autumn,
Spreading through the woods her sacred fire,
Brings the rich color of your presence
Warmly luminous to my desire--

Brings to my heart the dear wild worship,
High and wayward as the windy air,
And to my pulse the hot sweet passion
Burning crimson like a poison there.

[The end]
Max Eastman's poem: Morning

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