50.) In The Dark I Threw It . . .

In the dark I threw it . . .

I hid it in the darkest vales

Lest any finding it, twist it

And twisting hurt their own heart

Though they’d never know it

They would never feel the bite.

In the dark I threw it . . .

Where the eagles would never

Tear them, or make them their prey.

They need not suffer who refused it

They need only shut their own eyes

Who would find it.

Into shapes of pulling beauty

I threw it . . .

Into forms of drawing loveliness

I put it . . .

Where in truth it would not harm

Nor let in those who were not there.

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