As to a beaten dog with tail
Curled
Withdrawn
So I
There be a river I must cross to-night
There be a river I shall cross to-night
There be loud thunder on my ears to-night
There be wide voices and yet whispering
There be the rise and fall of speech
And words
And golden calves roaming this night.
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