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First Line: Oh to be free of myself
Last Line: Its thin black tracery.
Alternate Author Name(s): Filsinger, Ernest B., Mrs.
Subject(s): Serenity; Trees


Oh to be free of myself,
With nothing left to remember,
To have my heart as bare
As a tree in December;

Resting, as a tree rests
After its leaves are gone,
Waiting no more for a rain at night
Nor for the red at dawn;

But still, oh so still
While the winds come and go,
With no more fear of the hard frost
Or the bright burden of snow;

And heedless, heedless
If anyone pass and see
On the white page of the sky
Its thin black tracery.





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