work in. We can have majestic thoughts, living in a hermit’s hut, or we can think as a swine in a palace on a throne of gold—let us choose our station—kingly children, or swineherds. Eternity is the Empire.
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THE WANTON
To love, save that which mockery was,
No heart, save that of stone.
A multitude forever hers,
Alas—not one—alone!
Cradled in the arms of many,
Not where to lay her weary head.
Fortune smiled—held out her hand
And struck the wanton dead.
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SLAVERY (To E. A. P.)
Love
I am a slave,
Yet free as birds above,
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