Meditation of the Waking English Officer  25940

Locations in Harold's Library

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            [0] => I wake: I am alive: there is a bell / sounding with the dream's retreating surf / O catch the lacey hem dissolved in light / that creeps along the healing tendrils of a mind / still drugged with sleep. Why must my day / kill my dreams? Days of hate. But yes a bell / beats really on this air, a mad bell.|c
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