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            <title>"The Castaways", from <ref target="http://harlemshadows.org">Harlem Shadows: A Digital Edition</ref>
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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">The Castaways</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>The Castaways</head>

	    

	           <l>The vivid grass with visible delight</l>
	           <l>Springing triumphant from the pregnant earth,</l>
	           <l>The butterflies, and sparrows in brief flight</l>
	           <l>Chirping and dancing for the season's birth,</l>
	           <l>The dandelions and rare daffodils</l>
	           <l>That touch the deep-stirred heart with hands of gold,</l>
	           <l>The thrushes sending forth their joyous trills,—</l>
	           <l>Not these, not these did I at first behold!</l>
	           <l>But seated on the benches daubed with green,</l>
	           <l>The castaways of life, a few asleep,</l>
	           <l>Some withered women desolate and mean,
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	           <l>And over all, life's shadows dark and deep.</l>
	           <l>Moaning I turned away, for misery</l>
	           <l>I have the strength to bear but not to see.</l>
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