Things Said When He Was Gone

Blanche Taylor Dickinson My branch of thoughts is frail tonight As one lone-wind-whipped weed. Little I care if a rain drop laughs Or cries; I cannot heed Such trifles now as a twinkling star, Or…

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POEM OF THE DAY

Four great walls have hemmed me in.
Four strong, high walls:
Right and wrong,
Shall and shan’t.
The mighty pillars tremble when
My conscience palls
And sings its song—
I can, I can’t.

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