Poems
THEME/S
In the hour of death oh lonesomely
To fall on a mountain-rock
With sunset in the eye
And the wild eagle waiting above
For the flesh to die —
The last life-quiver in that flesh
An eagle about to ne born,
Waiting for the body's veil to tear
From the sky of a nameless morn!
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