A Sapling

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A Sapling A rod of fineness and fertile worth Pointing by feet the center of earth, Questing downward and into the light A rising spear for darkening fight. A wrist’s girth, fitting grip for the hand, Prepares to glory over the land. Yet now between two stakes bending hard Beneath a rough sky blank and […]

Intra Muros

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INTRA MUROS At last ’tis gone, the fever of the day — Thank God, there comes an end to everything; Under the night cloud’s deepened shadowing, The noises of the city drift away Thro’ sultry streets and alleys, and the gray Fogs ’round the great cathedral rise and cling. I long and long, but no […]