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Beyond the sands
Of all they say
I see you still,
Holding toward me those eager hands
I could not fill;
My hands still curve and close,
Deeming they hoard
The shining things you poured
That I let spill.
Of all they say
I see you still,
Holding toward me those eager hands
I could not fill;
My hands still curve and close,
Deeming they hoard
The shining things you poured
That I let spill.
Over us lift the years—
Hill upon hill
Of days that wither into night,
And nights that ache to day;
Reiterated emptiness of shade and light
Crowding the empty way.
Hill upon hill
Of days that wither into night,
And nights that ache to day;
Reiterated emptiness of shade and light
Crowding the empty way.
Up to this sullen therapy
Of time,
Shall we two climb?
***
I am too tired to climb;
Nor would I go
So far from the loved overthrow.
Climb you to healing! while I keep
Vigil in this lost place
A little while;
Weep
If I choose,
Of time,
Shall we two climb?
***
I am too tired to climb;
Nor would I go
So far from the loved overthrow.
Climb you to healing! while I keep
Vigil in this lost place
A little while;
Weep
If I choose,
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