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Georgia Towns
Deep in the Georgia night when all
The crickets have hushed their notes
And silence lies upon the needles
Of pines and on the feathered throats
Of sparrows in the star-still boughs,
Across the meadows of my mind
There drift the names of Georgia towns
Softly and slowly as summer wind.
O little half-hid towns I love!
I hear them waking, and in sleep,
And all the music of their names
Like opening flowers, a tidal sweep,
Rests on my heart the hand of peace.
O little towns how close you lie
Upon the warm red clay, how near
Your sun-drenched rooftops touch the sky!