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no prey am i of poor thoughts
i cannot always feel his greatness
i made a vow once, one only
a storm is riding on the tide
i have heard them in the night
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
for then without
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
one sweetly solemn thought
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise

 



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