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Declaration
I am a seed in the dust,
A live root bedded in night,
And I am filled with a lust
For something the worms call light.
A live root bedded in night,
And I am filled with a lust
For something the worms call light.
From what seed-pod I was blown
Matters little to me,
Why and by whom I was sown
Or what the reaping may be.
Matters little to me,
Why and by whom I was sown
Or what the reaping may be.
I only wait for my hour
When I shall be done with night,
When I shall thrill into flower
And drink till I die of light.
When I shall be done with night,
When I shall thrill into flower
And drink till I die of light.
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