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No resting place for pliant thoughts
His fears to die an unwept death
Were still inclined
Inclined by indolence
But slowly bruises with
As old presiding spirit flowed
Once stupefied his soul
Seeks to cross divided thoughts
old / dissipate unfounded prejudices
Blind prejudice _/Feelings …..influenced the tongue
Where once the soiled water flowed
As sunshine falls on barren ? arid soils
He seeks to cross the ? empty basin
As rivulets begin to flow
The dark obstructions
Sources of all displeasure
And snow melt waters start to seep
And feelings fountain flows again.
And /‘tho /now on calming waters
He no longer looks/no more/ for bridges.