The Answer

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Title:     The Answer
Author: John Freeman [More Titles by Freeman]

O, my feet have worn a track
Deep and old in going back.
Thought released turns to its home
As bees through tangling thickets come.
One way of thought leads to the vast
Desert of the mind, and there is lost,
But backward leads to a dancing light
And myself there, stiff with delight.
O, well my thought has trodden a way
From this brief day to that long day.

[The end]
John Freeman's poem: Answer

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