I shall gather myself into myself again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one,
I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
I shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent,
Watching the future come and the present go-
And the little shifting pictures of people rushing
In tiny self-importance to and fro.
Two Songs For Solitude: The Crystal Gazer
Sara Teasdale
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