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Threnody in Thin Air

Have you ever been lost?
Or gone like a ghost
From pillar to post
Afloat like a frost—
Lost, lost on the coast
Of the billowy air—
Have you ever been lost?

Or ever sailed by
Too shaken to cry,
Too quiet to care
For the slow cattle's stare,
Lost, lost in the air,
In the billowy air,
In the wide, wide colorless sky?

I was lost, care not why—
I was doomed, I was done.
And I floated and spun
As dizzily lie
The dots on the sun;
As hither and yon,
Zig-zag and awry
As light and alone
I was lifted and blown
In the wide, wide colorless sky.

You are lost? So am I.
This vague dreamy death,—
This exquisite trance,