Insecurity
I deemed this ravening grief long since was slain,
But yestermorn, as I went forth to reap,
Soft in his covert stirred mine ancient pain
And rose upon me with a tiger-leap.
But yestermorn, as I went forth to reap,
Soft in his covert stirred mine ancient pain
And rose upon me with a tiger-leap.
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