< An Inn for Journeying Thoughts
A POET
A poet, like a child astray,
Hears a voice calling far away,
With something friendly in the tone
He does not wish—nor dare—disown.
What voice it is he does not know;—
Enough, 'tis happiness to go;
Yet troubled lest his gladsome cry
Be to the voice no fit reply.
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