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footprint poem

now while my lips are living
afraid no more, i say
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
storm
i am fevered
she heard the children playing in the sun
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
i made a vow once, one only
under dusky laurel leaf
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
by the rude bridge

 



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