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The Laburnum Top

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The Laburnum Gop 

The Laburnum top is silent, quite still. In the afternoon yellow September sunlight, A few leaves yellowing, all its seeds fallen. Till the goldfinch comes, with a twitching chirrup. A suddenness, a startlement, at a branch end.




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