What evil coil of Fate has fastened me
Who cannot move to sight, whose bread is sight,
And in nothing has more bare delight
Than dawn or the violet or the winter tree.
Stuck-in-the-mud — Blinkered-up, roped for the Fair
What use to vessel breath that lengthens pain? . , ,,
O but the empty joys of wasted air
That blow on Crickley and whimper wanting me!
(Ivor Gurney)
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