Death.And around life doth twine; It comes like a monster, And clasps like a vine; Though now we but think of it A far distant span, Yet its broadening piers Will swallow up man. There is something that hovers
There is something that crouches,
__Jasper C. Wasson. |
Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)
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