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 | The complete poems of S. Weir Mitchell |  |
There shall you stand upon the twilight verge,
Where fades the sight of each material thing,
And baffled, wonder, what an hundred years
To other eyes than ours may haply bring.
Where fades the sight of each material thing,
And baffled, wonder, what an hundred years
To other eyes than ours may haply bring.
| The complete poems of S. Weir Mitchell | |