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If life were simple I'd know what to say,

but with things as they are I have no art.

Please pardon my discretion on this day,

but under circumstance I'm bent apart.

How could this hour have brought a mystic lore

to end the steeped confusions of my times?

Could any man, before he knew - before

his understanding - see beneath his rhymes?

I've died on days like these and come undone,

stayed home at least in mind for days and weeps;

yet nothing in this holds a battle won,

so nothing different waits: decision seeps.

I'm stuck here for the moment, come what may -

though it were better to be soon away.