Crisis Poem by Mary Eliza Fullerton
Crisis
If I let go my strength
To hold your twisted strand,
It could but sear at length,
And hurt my coward hand.
Cling not upon my mind;
Though it be full and strong,
It was not made to bind,
More than myself for long.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
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