The Crystal Gazer Poem by Sara Teasdale
The Crystal Gazer
I shall gather myself into myself again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one,
Fusing them into a polished crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
I shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent,
Watching the future come and the present go,
And the little shifting pictures of people rushing
In restless self-importance to and fro.
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12/22/2024 9:29:46 AM # 1.0.0
........incredible theme, most imaginative ★