slip away

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Dead Poets

 

slip away

 
 
You rise before me, stern in borrowed light,
and bid my wavering heart account its sway;
your shadow argues where my doubts ignite,
and the trembling hour won't slip away.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Author's Notes/Comments: 

a Donne-esque fragment.

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