Flooding,
the stream beside my crooked willow
It
had, in cadence, overflowed its crooked banks
But
it took me with it the required distance
Out
from the common crowded journey into the light
And
I laughed!
What
was in me – an unmeasured world of wonder
Had
grown so vast, I was in it on the outside, too
And
the seeping through, a pouring out, and then a torrent
Flowing,
in sparkling rapid vision, upon a crystal page
And
I, nothing but the witless hand, that held
The
spellbound pen – one crazy goosegirl
And
I laughed!
Flooding,
the stream beside my crooked willow
It
had, in cadence, overflowed its crooked banks
But
it took me with it the required distance
Out
from the common crowded journey into the light
And
I laughed!
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