Two Songs of Advent

Yvor Winters

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On the desert, between pale mountains, out cries --
Far whispers creeping through an ancient shell.


Coyote, on delicate mocking feet,
Hovers down the canyon, among the mountains,
His voice running wild in the wind's valleys.

Listen! Listen! for I enter now your thought.

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