Where
none can follow
I
was taken
Where
none can hear
I
went
I
tell it them – straight
And
they run away afraid
Where
they cannot see
I
live
Where
they cannot know
I
know nothing
And
know
I
speak it them – plainly
And
they run away afraid
What
was left me but to
Hide
it?
What
was given me but to
Wrap
it up, and bury it?
Tie
it tight in ruby ringlings
Fold
my hated lines in
Un-weighted
silver
Take
the pall and with it
Weave
a gladder thing
Lose
the piercing spear
In
mystic honey
I
show it them – openly
And
they run away afraid
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