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And there I stood, a useless, living form
With roughened hands in worn out pockets pushed
And felt some force, not mine, had changed my will,
I turned my face up toward a darkened night.
There at my feet was spread an ancient world,
While high above there whirled a universe;
And far within the depths of treasured years
Strange, kindly voices dimmed the call of space.
For far below was all that used to be
While out in space stood life's futurity.
Recommended Citation
Bishop, Harriet
(1942)
"The Awakening,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 9
:
Iss.
3
, Article 11.
Retrieved from:
https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol9/iss3/11
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