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Is that a shiver in the tamarind.
Or some awakening bird that stirs the leaves ?
Turn, turn to sleep, there comes a breath of
wind
And mainas talk by the verandah-eaves ;
A little space to sleep and to forget
Before the tyrant sun begins his sway.
Ere in the heavens his brazen throne be set
—God give us strength to face the coming day.
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III. THE RESTING-PLACE
Brother, beside the jungle track, thy stone
Half raised, a nameless, carven slab, I see,
Half hidden by the tangle, secretly;
Where roots join twisted hands above thy head,
Where scarce a footfall passes save my own.
Nor white man’s tread.
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