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I.
Thou bubbling, rippling diamond that I seek
Among these Indian isles, while heavier grow
Both foot and heart as hope of thee ebbs low,
And as the years add wrinkles to my cheek:
Among these Indian isles, while heavier grow
Both foot and heart as hope of thee ebbs low,
And as the years add wrinkles to my cheek:
Behold, my back grows bent, my hand grows weak,
And on the shrivelled vellum of my brow
The years have written all the cares they know,
And I am whitening like a wintry peak.
And on the shrivelled vellum of my brow
The years have written all the cares they know,
And I am whitening like a wintry peak.
And thou art in existence,—in some isle
Where pebbles of pure gold thy clear depth pave,
Like golden thoughts beneath a dreamer's smile.
Where pebbles of pure gold thy clear depth pave,
Like golden thoughts beneath a dreamer's smile.
Alone some silent Indian stoops to lave
His wrinkles off; or else, from while to while,
Some wounded panther laps thy healing wave.
His wrinkles off; or else, from while to while,
Some wounded panther laps thy healing wave.
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