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MY GUEST HAS come to my door in this autumn morning.

Sing, my heart, sing thy welcome!

Make thy song the song of the sunlit blue, of the dew-damp air, of the lavish gold of harvest fields, of the laughter of the loud water.

Or stand mute before him for awhile gazing at his face;

Then leave thy house and go out with him in silence.

 

 

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