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IV

I hear many words.
Set an hour when I may come
Or remain silent.

V

In the ghostly dawn
I write new words for your ears—
Even now you sleep.

VI

This then is morning.
Have you no comfort for me
Cold-coloured flowers?

VII

My eyes are weary
Following you everywhere.
Short, oh short, the days!