Anne Morrow Lindbergh Biography

Burning tree upon the hill
and burning tree within my heart,
what kinship stands between the two,
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Within the hollow wave there lies a world,
gleaming glass-perfect, rising to be hurled
into a thousand fragments on the sand,
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Already I have shed the leaves of youth,
stripped by the wind of time down to the truth
of winter branches. Linear and alone
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Here sits the Unicorn
In captivity;
His bright invulnerability
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But how can I live without you?- she cried.

I left all the world to you when I died:
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