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Richard Wilbur

(March 1, 1921)

Exeunt


Piecemeal the summer dies;
At the field's edge a daisy lives alone;
A last shawl of burning lies
On a gray field-stone.

All cries are thin and terse;
The field has droned the summer's final mass;
A cricket like a dwindled hearse
Crawls from the dry grass.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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