As for a moment he stands, in hardy masculine beauty,Amy Lowell, "To-morrow to Fresh Woods and Pastures New"
Poised on the firecrested rock, over the pool which below him
Gleams in the wavering sunlight, waiting the shock of his plunging.
So for a moment I stand, my feet planted firm in the present,
Eagerly scanning the future which is so soon to possess me.
Friday, June 15, 2012
tomorrow calling
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