One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
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A beautiful poem about escape and death. Time nor even death can change a man who truly knows who he is.
This poems are just so inspiring..I wish I could be part of the poetics