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_My life was a problem in ciphers, a weary and profitless sum. Slipshod and stupid I worked it, dazed by negation and doubt. MY LIFE WAS A PROBLEM IN CYPHER'S A WEARY AND PROFITLESS SUM SLIPSHOD AND STUPID I WORKED IT DAZED BY NEGATION AND DOUBT
cked at Heaven lend themselves ill to prayer.) _Impotent as a beetle pierced on the needle of Fate; A wretch in a cosmic death-cell, peaks for my prison bars; 'Whelmed by a world stupendous, lonely and listless I wait, Drowned in a sea of silence, strewn with confetti of stars_. See! from far up the valley a rapier pierces the night, The white search-ray of a steamer. Swiftly, serenely it nears; A proud, white, alien presence, a glittering galley of light, Confident-poised, triumphant, freighted with hopes and fears. I look as one looks on a vision; I see it pulsating by; I glimpse joy-radiant faces; I hear the thresh of the wheel. Hoof-like my heart beats a moment; then silence swoops from the sky. Darkness is piled upon darkness. God only knows how I feel. Maybe you've seen me sometimes; maybe you've pitied me then-- The lonely waif of the wood-camp, here by my cabin door. Some day you'll look and see not; futile and outcast of men, I shall be far from your pity, resting forevermore. ER IS BEING DENIED TO ATONE LIPS THAT HAVE MOCKED AT HEAVEN LEND THEMSELVES ILL TO PRAYER IMPOTENT AS A BEETLE PIERCED ON THE NEEDLE OF FATE A WRETCH IN A COSMIC DEATH CELL PEAKS FOR MY PRISON BARS WHELMED BY A WORLD STUPENDOUS LONELY AND LISTLESS I WAIT DROWNED IN A SEA OF SILENCE STREWN WITH CONFETTI OF STARS SEE FAR UP THE VALLEY A RAPIER PIERCES THE NIGHT THE WHITE SEARCH RAY OF A STEAMER SWIFTLY SERENELY IT NEARS A PROUD WHITE ALIEN PRESENCE A GLITTERING GALLEY OF LIGHT CONFIDENT POISED TRIUMPHANT FREIGHTED WITH HOPES AND FEARS I LOOK AS ONE LOOKS ON A VISION I SEE IT PULSATING BY I GLIMPSE JOY RADIANT FACES I HEAR THE THRESH OF THE WHEEL HOOF LIKE MY HEART BEATS A MOMENT THEN SILENCE SWOOPS FROM THE SKY DARKNESS IS PILED UPON DARKNESS GOD ONLY KNOWS HOW I FEEL MAYBE YOU'VE SEEN ME SOMETIMES MAYBE YOU'VE PITIED ME THEN THE LONELY WAIF OF THE WOOD CAMP HERE BY MY CABIN DOOR SOME DAY YOU'LL LOOK AND SEE NOT FUTILE AND OUTCAST OF MEN I SHALL BE FAR FROM YOUR PITY RESTING FOR EVERMORE
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