All summer the Two Faced Scarecrow
alone together beneath the driving rain;
South wind blows front and back
And blows scorched summer again;
Midnight 'neath a maze of stars
flames with
glittering rime,
smiles to the south;
scowls to the north
Across the garden
Of sun-begotten grain,
Two Faced Scarecrow watches
for the harvest once again.
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