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                                      /To Olga Barre,

                                     On her very Day,

                                     Also to that thought of hers for

                                     The 100th Birthday of Don Juan Mattus./

What the bird could hear

Time, when the space go asleep,

No one to prevail they knew.

No soul done to dream insincere.

No sky can escape that of thought

To be near

To the eye of grace new.

The sigh is the heart’s atmosphere.

For whate’er the mountains stayed

As the myths with those few,

The sea-birth hymns the light over there:

Joy ancient and Earth for you.