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The sun those mornings used to find Its clouds were other-country mountains & heaven looked downward on the mind Like groves & rocks & mottled fountains Those heavens are gone the mountains grey Turned mist--the sun a homeless ranger Pursues alone his naked way Unnoticed like a very stranger O Poesy is on the wane Nor love nor joy is mine again #poetry #environment #honesty Comments welcome below