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Where had I
heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper
roar?
What would it take my standing there for,
Holding open a restive door,
Looking down hill to a
frothy shore?
Summer was past and day was past.
Somber clouds in the west were massed.
Out in the
porch's sagging floor,
leaves got up in a coil and
hissed,
Blindly struck at my knee and missed.
Something sinister in the tone
Told me my secret must
be known:
Word I was in the house alone
Somehow
must have gotten abroad,
Word I was in my life alone,
Word I had no one left but God.
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