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|The Poet and his Book|
Here are my thoughts, alive within this fold,|
My simple sheep. Their shepherd, I grow wise
As dearly, gravely, deeply I behold
Their different eyes.
O distant pastures in their blood! O streams|
From watersheds that fed them for this prison!
Lights from aloft, midsummer suns in dreams,
Set and arisen.
They wander out, but all return anew,|
The small ones, to this heart to which they clung;
“And those that are with young,” the fruitful few
That are with young.
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