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33792	Verhaeren, Emile	Poems of Emile Verhaeren			.txt	text/plain	9120	888	92	Knee-deep in water great black oxen stand, Like eyes immense and feverish open wide, See the old bell-ringer, frenzied with fear. Toward the dream-like horizons that bound the night; Yea, snow and want round the souls creep close, At every hour, till the day doth wane; The grave-digger hears far off the knell, Beneath weary skies, of the passing bell, The grave-digger yonder doth hear the knell, As the savage, fierce wind of November doth pass! Swift down from above, like a lightning-stroke flashing, Like some great flight of black, in the acre of God. The wind of November! Whose life doth feed, within this garden bright, A virgin love is like a child's in God. Let wit and wisdom flower upon the height, Round his horse's head, that no bit doth hold, Like a cry great with faith, to God He strikes through my soul like a fire of gold!	./cache/33792.txt	./txt/33792.txt