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Brother, that breathe the August airTen thousand years from now,And smell—if still your orchards bearTart apples on the bough— The early windfall under the tree,And see the red fruit shine,I cannot think your thoughts will beMuch different from mine. Should at that moment the full moonStep forth upon the hill,And memories hard to bear at noon,By moonlight harder still,Form in the shadow of the trees, —Things that you could not spareAnd live, … Continue reading →