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47055	Hughes, Richard Arthur Warren	Gipsy-Night, and Other Poems			.txt	text/plain	6301	697	98	When the feet of the rain tread a dance on the roofs, And the wind slides through the rocks and the trees, Whenever there is no moon, and the rain drips cold, And the breezes crack in the trees on the rocks, Small child with the pinched face, Old Gurney had it, won on a hot day On sun-warmed thyme, not far from beechen trees. And sharp dust goads the rolling eye, The clouds drip damp on his crumbled eyes, --Basks, when a June sun warms the stones. Owl-eyes on night-clouds, Owl-eyes in baby's face: Black on the glare small figures that twist and are shrivelled in it. The yellow sky grows vivid as the sun: Cools its small grey feet in the grasses. Sun beating eyes down, --White as old bones; Dance, small grey thing Mocking eyes wide burning And her eyes water-pale, Age shall pick out his eyes,	./cache/47055.txt	./txt/47055.txt