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A Crisis

O leaf, against the twilight seen,
Move not; for at thy side
Gleams, trembling lest thou intervene,
My hope, my star, my guide.

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  • November 13, 2007
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    From guest jsorce (contact)
    How beautiful! The Poet's dreams/aspirations are as delicate and fragile as the flutter/tremor of a leaf!