Friday, January 1, 2010
The World — feels Dusty
The World — feels Dusty
When We stop to Die —
We want the Des — then —
Honors — taste dry —
Flags — vex a Dying face —
But the least Fan
Stirred by a friend’s Hand —
Cools — like the Rain —
Mine be the Ministry
When thy Thirst comes —
Dews of Thessaly, to fetch —
and Hybla Balms —
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