These leagues
Among whom I engine still
Incidental
Fires,
And recall
Aurora
Amidst all things,
Still give
Birch-tops
Whittled thin,
Shavings offered up to the stars,
Paved roads
Paid in debt to unapproved.
They glow,
And this scant light,
Heat,
I pour
Into the house
I find around me.
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