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THE WAY-SIDE WELL, by                
First Line: A fancy halts my feet at the way-side well
Last Line: Fancies clog the way to heaven, and saints miss their crowns.
Subject(s): Wells


A fancy halts my feet at the way-side well.
It is not drink, for they say the water is brackish.
It is not to tryst, for a heart at the mile's end beckons me on.
It is not to rest, for what feet could be weary when a heart at the
mile's end keeps time with their tread?
It is not to muse, for the heart at the mile's end is food for my
being.
I will question the well for my secret by dropping a pebble into it.
Ah, it is dry.
Strike lightning to the road, my feet, for hearts are like wells.
You may not know they are dry 'til you question their depths.
Fancies clog the way to Heaven, and saints miss their crowns.




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