Edith Nesbit - The Egoists

Edith Nesbit - The Egoists

TWO strangers, from opposing poles, br Meet in the torrid zone of Love: br And their desire seems set above br The limitation of their souls. br br This is the trap; this is the snare, br This is the false, enchanting light, br And when it smoulders into night, br How can each know the other is there? br br They own no bond of common speech; br Each, from far shores by wild winds brought, br Gropes for some cord of common thought br To draw the other within reach.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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