4 (o that i were stored)


O THAT I were stored with a secret, like unshed rain in summer clouds-a secret, folded up in silence, that I could wander away with.

        O that I had some one to whisper to, where slow waters lap under trees that doze in the sun.

        The hush this evening seems to expect a footfall, and you ask me for the cause of my tears.

        I cannot give a reason why I weep, for that is a secret still withheld from me.

 

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