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FOR S. J. KIMM
We are weary and silent, / There is only the rhythm of marching feet; / Tho' we move tranced, we keep it / As clock-work toys.
But each man is alone in this multitude; / We know not the world in which we move, / Seeing not the dawn, earth pale and shadowy, / Level lands of tenuous grays and greens; / For our eye-balls have been seared with fire.
Only we have our secret thoughts, / Our sense floats out from us, delicately apprehensive, / To the very fringes of our being, / Where light drowns.