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Dusk that brings the whippoorwill
Turns my heart to anvil stone
Hammered on by every still
Tree and tone.

Why should dusty tone and tree,
Twilight tucking silver hems,
Lift a sudden Battersea?
Whistler's Thames?

What is there of sound or tint
Here that I should see the blue
Pallor of a Whistler print
Of Waterloo?

What have whippoorwills to do
With the bleak Embankment? How
Reverberates this heart with you
Here and now?
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