< a309.txt.1; poem >
Of whom so dear
The name to hear
Suffuses
illumines
with a Glow
As
intimate -
magical
as fugitive
As Sunset on the snow -
<reverse (A 310), paper flipped up from bottom>
< a310.txt.1; fragment_extrageneric >
I do not care -
why should I care
and yet I fear
I'm
caring
To rock a fretting
crying
wailing,
Truth to sleep -
Is short
no
frail
poor
security
The terror it will
wake
persistent as
perdition
Is harder than to face
the frank adversity -
There is an awful
yes in every
constitution