“At Woodlawn I Heard the dead cry:
I was lulled by the slamming of iron,
A slow drip over stones,
Toads brooding wells.”

—  Theodore Roethke

The Lost Son, ll. 1-4
The Lost Son and Other Poems (1948)

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