The Secret Splendour

Runner

Out of each dawn

A runner comes—

Glowing face,

.Swelled chest, keen limbs,

Whole body straining to break

Magical news

I've waited so long to hear

Ere the light I lose.

But always a-sudden

At my feet he drops,

And all that I hear is he falling

Of a golden corpse.

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