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CCLXXVI
Monet's Floating Ice
Golden unpremeditated's Sun!
and disappears
cloudly beyond the falling of but one
of Heaven's tears

while fingers of shadows commingle
like the canopy of a tree
enclosing th'green shingle
of the century

in the Spring shower born
before--the hour
answered by what sometimes' called--A horn
sometimes: a flower.

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