Longings I bear for ought I have,
Wilfully the path of today walked upon,
Fears I had were unclothed of me,
Standing vulnerable & naked viz a newborn. ...
Browning, old fellow,
Your leaves grow yellow,
Beginning to mellow
As seasons pass.
Your cover is wrinkled,
And stained and sprinkled,
And warped and crinkled
From sleep on the grass.
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