A Chorale - Poem by Will Barber
Dew on the desert: idle dreams
Are nourishment enough, in youth;
Years demand deep roots: a man
Will thirst, pursuing idle truths.
Storms on the ocean: useless fear
For mariners whose hopes are gone;
The years demand light heart; the man
Will learn this, if he hear our song.
To Duncan - fellow member of the choir
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