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Along the summit trail, lithe early morn
When sunlight slumbers still,
I float with halting gait through dreamèd grove
Where beauty thought entrains.
If only I the glyphs of voidless sun
Could brand in mental skeining,
Preserve the other world with gesture rich:
Prevent the land to fade.
Perhaps the gap between could live with wings,
And I its feathering scribe—
Bestow upon our land a yearning verse
To bridge the heart between.
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