Wind-harp songs
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POETRY. 37
POETRY.
O POETRY,
Thou art to me
My confidante,
My friend !
When all the tides within
Rise overflowing,
Thou art to me
Like liberty.
On thine infinity
My argosy
Is launched, a boat
With every tide.
But some will sink,
And some who knows !
O Poetry, thou art to me
As destiny !
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