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FIRST. First Voice
So long adrift, so fast aground,
What foam and ruin have we found—
We, the Wise Brothers?
Could heaven and earth be framed amiss,
That we should land in fine like this—
We, and no others?
What foam and ruin have we found—
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Could heaven and earth be framed amiss,
That we should land in fine like this—
We, and no others?
| Collected poems | |