Steady

Pale orange room; you sit, you write.
All is quiet, dark.
Your hand—fall’s leaf, dancing still.

Fall leaf, spring leaf, guiding sight;
All is quiet, dark.
Poem by poem is streaming still.

Pale orange room; your eyes are bright,
Lips are murmuring,
Face aglow with love-light’s will.

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