Mistrust

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Title:     Mistrust
Author: George William Russell [More Titles by Russell]

You look at me with wan, bright eyes
When in the deeper world I stray:
You fear some hidden ambush lies
In wait to call me, "Come away."

What if I see behind the veil
Your starry self beseeching me,
Or at its stern command grow pale,
"Let her be free, let her be free?"

[The end]
George William Russell's poem: Mistrust

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