Opus 1696

Phillip A. Ellis

   hanging heavily over farm and plain,
longs to down
   and drown
even if only in vain.

It is plain,
   as dust on lawn and drain,
   that surely is bound

Yet, though I would be fain
   at the greatest or smallest pain,
over both farm and town
for sunlight to wear its gown,
   ever will come this one stain--

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