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The Shattering
The pitcher,
Struck by a careless hand,
Is broken at the fountain.
The stone that was so sure
Is cracked at last
By the dip of Spring;
And the song,
Once eagerly proclaimed,
Grown mute in me
At last.
Written by Arna Bontemps (1902-1973)
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