The Patriots' House
|THE PATRIOTS' HOUSE
They made their presence known,
They made their anger plain
A crash like April cannons,
A sigh like April rain
Within the chimney or the sweep
Inside a closet or a brush
Why did they pace the corridor?
Was it our change of seasons
Or did some human blunder,
Raise clouds of crackling static
We're not immune to changes,
And we fulfill the promise
The dead from contemplation
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