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            <date>December 6, 2015</date>
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               <note>This file is generated from a master file containing the text of Claude McKay's 1922 collection of poems <title level="m">Harlem Shadows</title> and related documents (other appearances of McKay's poems, reviews, and related material). The base text for this file is drawn from the item listed below.</note>
               <author>Claude McKay</author>
               <title level="a">After the </title>
               <title level="m">Harlem Shadows</title>
               <pubPlace>New York</pubPlace>
               <publisher>Harcourt, Brace, and Company</publisher>
               <date when="1922">1922</date>
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	           <head>After the Winter</head>

	    


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	              <l>Some day, when trees have shed their leaves</l>
	              <l rendition="indent1">And against the morning's white</l>
	              <l>The shivering birds beneath the eaves</l>
	              <l rendition="indent1">Have sheltered for the night,</l>
	              <l>We'll turn our faces southward, love,</l>
	              <l rendition="indent1">Toward the summer isle</l>
	              <l>Where bamboos spire to shafted grove</l>
	              <l rendition="indent1">And wide-mouthed orchids smile.</l>
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	              <l>And we will seek the quiet hill</l>
	              <l rendition="indent1">Where towers the cotton tree,</l>
	              <l>And leaps the laughing crystal rill,</l>
	              <l rendition="indent1">And works the droning bee.</l>
	              <l>And we will build a cottage there</l>
	              <l rendition="indent1">Beside an open glade,</l>
	              <l>With black-ribbed blue-bells blowing near,</l>
	              <l rendition="indent1">
		And ferns that never fade.
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