Thoughts
[CENTER][SIZE="3"][FONT="Book Antiqua"][B]These thoughts of mine
Oh! would they were away Thoughts that have progress Give me stay And eagerness for life ; But these dead thoughts Hang like burned forests By a northern lake Whose waters take The bone-grey skeletons And mirror the grey bones Both dead , the trees and the reflections Compare these thoughts To anything that nothing tells , To toads alive for centuries in stone cells To styleless dial on a fiery lawn , To the trapped bride within the oaken chest , Or to the dull intolerable bells That beat the dawn And will not let us rest![/B][/FONT][/SIZE][/CENTER] |
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