and winnow with the whyand tripsis the ellipsis to our
side.
And arch we do to rise
and bend the way to wise
and swallow light
though greatest fight
entangles.
For life won't always answer
or shade your tiny dancer
the one with joyous skirt
and tender hurt,
But keep her in your heart
the very softest part
though sleeping she lies
peeping to awake.
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