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against a smoky dawn—the heart stirred—
are beautiful as Saint Peters
approached after years of anticipation.
II.
Though the operation was postponed
I saw the tall probationers
in their tan uniforms
hurrying to breakfast!
III.
—and from basement entrys
neatly coiffed, middle aged gentlemen
with orderly moustaches and
well brushed coats
IV.
—and the sun, dipping into the avenues
streaking the tops of
the irregular red houselets, and
the gay shadows dropping and dropping.
V.
—and a young horse with a green bed-quilt
on his withers shaking his head:
bared teeth and nozzle high in the air!
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