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Not yours shall be, companioned by the stars,
To soar through space on thought's ambitious wings
To worlds unseen; nay, yours shall be to roam
That wondrous other realm of little things.
To soar through space on thought's ambitious wings
To worlds unseen; nay, yours shall be to roam
That wondrous other realm of little things.
| The complete poems of S. Weir Mitchell | |