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Cave Of Shadows
Jerome Brooke |
Fast, fast the river flows,
White with waves.
Speeding thru cold years,
Icy, dark days.
Troubled, the deep river goes,
Past cliffs, past eyes;
Caves of silent, waiting darkness,
Windows of night.
Dark eyes, burning in hate, that see,
See the hidden, distant goal;
Where the swift, wild, fleeing river,
Cold and deep, does flow.
Caves of wisdom, cold eyes of fear,
Our dim future now reveals.
All hope secures, all truth, freely tells:
With words, broken from seals.
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