The Black Riders and Other Lines: LXIV

created by Hermetic
(idea) by Hermetic (7.1 y) (print)   (I like it!) Fri Mar 09 2001 at 13:03:54
Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground.
Why do you stand, expectant?
Do you hope to see it
In one of your withered days?
With your old eyes
Do you hope to see
The triumphal march of justice?
Do not wait, friend!
Take your white beard
And your old eyes
To more tender lands.

Stephen Crane,
1905

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