  LAST night, as tho’ with new washed eyes I looked upon a lake. Something within me sharply stirred An understanding ache. An ardent willow swayed and dipped The cool depths of lagoon. Unstirred miles of grass and dew Lay lonely to the moon. It seemed I’d never seen a night Or such a scene before. The moonbeams stretched a splintered path From shore to shadowed shore. I marveled thus, and wondered how In unveiled hours to come, Could such a pulseless thing like death Make one so eager, dumb. |
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