The sigh that heaves the grasses

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Journey
Van Gogh, Clumps of Grass, 1889
 
    The sigh that heaves the grasses
    Whence thou wilt never rise
    Is of the air that passes
    And knows not if it sighs.

    The diamond tears adorning
    Thy low mound on the lea,
    Those are the tears of morning,
    That weeps, but not for thee.

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