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Not soon shall I forget—a sheet

Of golden water, cold and sweet,

The young moon with her head in veils

Of silver, and the nightingales.

A wain of hay came up the lane—

O fields I shall not walk again,

And trees I shall not see, so still

Against a sky of daffodil!

Fields where my happy heart had rest,

And where my heart was heaviest,

I shall remember them at peace

Drenched in moon-silver like a fleece.

The golden water sweet and cold,

The moon of silver and of gold,

The dew upon the gray grass-spears,

I shall remember them with tears.

Katharine Tynan

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