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Louise Bogan - A Tale
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This youth too long has heard the break 
     Of waters in a land of change. 
     He goes to see what suns can make 
     From soil more indurate and strange. 

     He cuts what holds his days together 
     And shuts him in, as lock on lock: 
     The arrowed vane announcing weather, 
     The tripping racket of a clock; 

     Seeking, I think, a light that waits 
   Still as a lamp upon a shelf, — 
   A land with hills like rocky gates 
   Where no sea leaps upon itself. 

   But he will find that nothing dares 
   To be enduring, save where, south 
   Of hidden deserts, torn fire glares 
   On beauty with a rusted mouth, — 

   Where something dreadful and another 
   Look quietly upon each other.
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