 | Verses by W. H. Mallock |  |
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CIRCUMSTANCE
Does there seem anger in my voice or glance
Ever? Or worse—mistrust? If this should be,
Forgive me, for the dust of circumstance
Blows in my eyes, and makes them not to see.
Ever? Or worse—mistrust? If this should be,
Forgive me, for the dust of circumstance
Blows in my eyes, and makes them not to see.
I only see you who each day are dearer—
I see the breast on which I long to lean,
So near, yet every star in heaven is nearer,
And all the winds of twilight sweep between.
I see the breast on which I long to lean,
So near, yet every star in heaven is nearer,
And all the winds of twilight sweep between.
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