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XCIV (series of poems from The Pit)
XCIV
Time has passed , but here I sit
Within a yesterday's view of Death ,
Through constant days of inner fash
I bide here not , as now of breath .
I linger thus in hope of morrow
But oh of nought , from which I birthed ,
Hast placed me here in other sorrow
From which I sit , but now inearth !
Time has passed , but here I sit
Within a yesterday's view of Death ,
Through constant days of inner fash
I bide here not , as now of breath .
I linger thus in hope of morrow
But oh of nought , from which I birthed ,
Hast placed me here in other sorrow
From which I sit , but now inearth !
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XCIV (series of poems from The Pit)
XCIV (series of poems from The Pit)
