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THE THING UNPLANNED
The white winter sun struck its stroke on the bridge,
The meadow-rills rippled and gleamed
As I left the thatched post-office, just by the ridge,
And dropped in my pocket her long tender letter,
With: “This must be snapped! it is more than it seemed;
And now is the opportune time!”
The meadow-rills rippled and gleamed
As I left the thatched post-office, just by the ridge,
And dropped in my pocket her long tender letter,
With: “This must be snapped! it is more than it seemed;
And now is the opportune time!”
But against what I willed worked the surging sublime
Of the thing that I did—the thing better!
Of the thing that I did—the thing better!
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