To an Unknown Poet
When I am lost in the deep body of the
mist on the hill,
The world seems built with me as its
pillar!
Am I the god upon the face of the deep, deepless
deepness in the Beginning?
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This poem is in the public domain.
When I am lost in the deep body of the
mist on the hill,
The world seems built with me as its
pillar!
Am I the god upon the face of the deep, deepless
deepness in the Beginning?
This poem is in the public domain.