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Lone Paradise

Lone Paradise

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I must have climbed the cliffs,

To a much higher land,

I had beheld eternity when;

On a thorn, I pricked my hand.


What a journey;

What a road to blissful paradise,

Leveling the rainbows

And making erudite men as wise.


All I could make,

Was the dimmest of glows;

And where the hillocks kneel,

I sighted below a cascade, a river that flows.


I then thought about a prick,

That such a bramble made;

All was an equal bargain

When it got me to nature's braid.


I must have claimed my limits

To reach, what was before me now.

What were just silhouettes;

Seemed like bending before me to bow.


I must have gone alone,

In a nostalgic and pensive mood,

Observing the mindless sparrows

That then thought men were crude.


I must have seen much, of a possible future sight:

Where the Sun had long been set,

I stood covered on the same hillock

While my house under the rain got wet.



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