But not a cell in all the tree
Knew aught save that it thrilled with life,
Nor cared because the hammock fell
In the dust with Milton's poems.
But not a cell in all the tree
Knew aught save that it thrilled with life,
Nor cared because the hammock fell
In the dust with Milton's poems.
It was the vision, vision, vision of the poets
Democratized!
But through a long sickness
Coughing myself to death
I read the Upanishads and the poetry of Jesus.
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