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Beyond


Down a steep pathway
Stygian black
Past fettered shapes whose gnashing teeth
Flash feeble sparks of fire.
Yet, I do not fear to tread the way alone
Fleeing a world of ceaseless, aimless din;
My way is charted.


But mark the fate of yonder dove,
Who, with a mating call,
Plunges in dizzy ecstasy
Past me,
To its doom.

Written by Alvira Hazzard (1899-1953)

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