Lengthy shadows
Of trees tall and old,
Found delight and pride
On the porch white and clean.
The silent village house.
Stood all alone veiled in gloom.
I sat burning on the hearth of life,
Thinking deep and sobbing ON.
Past follies all turned pale ghosts
To frenzy on mind’s screen.
Though no lights of any breed
Had its lenient rays in path,
Found many a judges around
To stamp me INSANE.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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