Over his own heart man strides Walks all day, and may not pass by. Basho and his narrow road Blake's terrified and enlightened eye 5 Milton's morning laved in rays Or Lawrence's apple-hearted dark All move or bear their load And with no strain go by Each a fountain in noon-day, 10 Each a dead monument at dark.
From the collection "Divine Revolt"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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