Doubting Frost
May 21, 2014
Why One Should Never Make Friends With Rabbits
May 22, 2014

a life not
chosen, tho
pious played;
a world not
grown but giv’n
must we wade;
a dream not forged
but handed: so’s
the same: nothing’s
tame in being; not
mine or of me made:
naught to do in this life’s
pulse or frame—
but wager on, and win
and lose and brave the shame
of living—ah! so rolls
th’Eternal game.

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