Epitome, An
Just thinking . . . Yet it may be that
My thought, which for a moment held
What seemed mind-life's epitome
From infanthood to eld,
Spoke the one word in all my time
To make endured existence known
Even as it is Accept your soul .
Be evermore alone.
My thought, which for a moment held
What seemed mind-life's epitome
From infanthood to eld,
Spoke the one word in all my time
To make endured existence known
Even as it is Accept your soul .
Be evermore alone.
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