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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A VAGRANT, by JOSEPHINE POLLARD
First Line: I cannot check my thought these days
Last Line: That is not wealth to me?
Subject(s): Memory
First Line: I cannot check my thought these days
Last Line: That is not wealth to me?
Subject(s): Memory
I CANNOT check my thought these days,
When incense lingers in the air,
But with unwearied wing it strays,
I know not how or where.
I know not where the blossoms hide
That throw their lures across its flight;
How stars can fling their gates so wide,
To give my thought delight.
There is no door close barred and sealed
Where cowers suffering or sin,
But will to touch or whisper yield,
And let this vagrant in.
It bears no passport, no parole,
But, free and careless as the air,
My thought despises all control,
And wanders everywhere.
Its warrant from the Throne of thrones,
Its duty to the King of kings,
Through heights, and depths, and circling zones
It soars on seraph wings.
What canst thou bring from yon fair height,
What bring me from the deepening sea?
What gather for thy own delight
That is not wealth to me?
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