My Natural Anthem

Poesy—

an always-sun, an

echo in heart:

Long felt, as written of.

To Roam—

I know not of home,

as slowly learned

on my own.

 

Along the shore—

nothing but fault to hold; and

a taste of coast—I am written to tell;

and I do and I did and

I belong to this realm,

and the sand is warm

from collected burn—

o’er all-suffering Hell.

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