Woody Alliances Laundered - The Argotist Online

From Crowd to Solitude
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A cloud floats high...
I saw a crowd
beneath the trees,
dancing the continuous way.
On they stretched, ending
along the margin of a glance,
their heads in waves beside them.
But the sparkling
could not be
such a little thought!
What had brought on
my vacant or pensive mood;
that inward solitude?
...and then my heart dances.
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