1896
6.69
10.iii.25
a simple head
for wise surprise
a stretch of the imagination
in leaf and hid in leaf
many of these pictures no longer are
as in the tune you’ll improvise
never yet again
some said it was a map
to guess
and some days
as anciently written
though none could read
this was known the writing lost
run out of self
in word and thought
mud’s my cover
there’s nowhere else
when I am just in the picture
gone too
as if there were a plan
when actually
I follow along
as have been lead
just as far as we go
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